Why me? Oh God why me? I have always followed the right path, listened to my elders, always tried to be good and kind...so why me? Why are you testing me so?
As tears of despair fell down Nazia's face, she sobbed her heart out muffling the sounds with her face in the pillow while her mind played over and over the same chant.Why me? Why me? Why, why, why?!!!
What good is it being a faithful follower of Yours when all I have faced is one hardship after another. Why did my being patient get rewarded with me living in conditions worse than before. Are You even listening to me? Why will You not help me? I need You to show me the way, I need You to give me a sign that it's going to be okay, that this is just a bad dream...it'll be all okay....I'll wake up in the morning and I'll be with Mustafa again in our home....
As she lay in her bed in the women's shelter, Nazia couldn't help succumbing to hopelessness and despair. Never, in even her wildest dreams, had she ever imagined that her life would pan out the way it did. As she replayed the events of the past few weeks in her mind which had ultimately led her to seek refuge here in this alien place far away from home, Nazia sobbed her heart out for a past that was full of bitterness and pain and a future that seemed bleak and frightening.
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When The Stars Shine Bright
General Fiction"I think I will always want to aim for the stars; for they are always a guiding light. After all it is only in the darkest nights that the stars shine more brightly." That is what Nazia Ali wrote in her high school yearbook as her life defining quot...
