My mother told me to pray,
that after we die, our next world isn't grey,
rather it's an afterlife, where you forever want to stay,
flowers, music, blessings, amd endless love everyday,
But I was a little intimidated by the passage,
because death was a part of the package,
Due to an incurable disease or maybe a shortage of bandages,
On our souls, wouldn't such excruciating pain leave an everlasting damage?
My mother simply smiled and said to me,
As you burn in pain, your soul will be set free,
Like a bird out of a cage, finally getting a chance to flea,
and as your sins will incinerate, pure and innocent you will be,
She also said one more thing,
for your heart to be loved and for it to sing,
by the thorns, it firstly needs to feel the sting,
when you're thrown off the cliff, is when you will learn the value of your wings,
To reach a happily ever after,
your heart first needs to shatter,
all the vicious games of fate, you need to master,
once you succeed, I assure you there'll be only laugh, sparkles and laughter.
- Hey Guys, Anyone remember me?
No?
Your next door potato who writes a lot?
Does that ring a bell?
No?
Ouch *cries*
I hope you're all doing good, if not, you will soon In Shaa Allah.
Its been a while, I still have exams but I just can't stay away, alright?
Message me and I will catch up with your books, I am seriously very excited and don't ignore me okay. Ily
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