الجهل Stories

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Title Suggestion: "Born for Myself... and We All Died" Translated Text: What kind of ignorance do we carry upon our shoulders? It's not the absence of science, nor the lack of progress- but the absence of responsibility, and the fading pulse of our humanity. We live in insatiable greed, in selfishness that recognizes no one but the self. We act only to satisfy our own desires, we defend only what is ours, as if we were born solely for ourselves. Is this truly possible? Is this the time we live in, or is this our true nature unveiled? How can knowledge evolve, while we regress? Where are we heading if we see nothing but our own reflection? If we don't awaken from this darkness, there will be nothing left of the light.

The story tells about a girl She has two different lives Someone is weak Hereafter is strength Someone is curved And the hereafter Someone is normal The afterlife hellishly Someone is in public And the afterlife in secret But there is one thing in them, which is death and life I hope you enjoy the story Copyright reserved by Sayle San