when I see kids with their parents..surounded by love towards them I dare not to look at them because I know of the consequences. .I'l not be loved by anyone.. I'm an outcast..I'm a taboo..I don't have anyone to hold my little hand I don't have anyone to wipe away the tears from my pretty cheeks I don't have anyone. .I don't.. I don't. .I am not an orphan..I know who my parents are. .but what do I do with a set of parents who do not care for their only child..?!
and I do not mean more than a twig to them..it's not like am not their kid am their own ova and sperm ,fertilized and now I'm a 14 year old kid..Their arguments never went deaf on my ears I could not understand what they meant by that 8 years earlier. .but now I do..
I was a result of my mom's blind faith in love and my father's faith in religion ..I didn't understand it till this moment but now I understood..
YOU ARE READING
love jihaad
Non-Fictionwhen love is used as a weapon to destroy ...not by one but by many...they never fear the consequences. .cause it's not them who are suffering. .bt somewhere someone is suffering. .the pain inflicted upon a little soul..
