NUR: THE UNTOLD STORY

NUR: THE UNTOLD STORY

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Life isn't fair. Society confirms that to us again and again. Class is created based on your finance. As you grow up you realize people's behavior towards you are defined based on the economic condition of your parents. It is nothing new though. Lucky are those who at least got parents. Then comes the ones whose parents left some sort of support for them , and those whose parents left them empty and bare just like the time of birth. You must be thinking why am I telling all these? Well I was wondering how lucky everyone is . Everybody got the chance to start fresh. Me? I am left alone on these earth with no ground beneath my feet and a huge curse on the head. Only Almighty knows what my ancestors did for me to suffer like this, I only know that starting fresh is never and option for me. I carry the blood of a betrayer , worshiper of devil, biggest scum of history of Bangladesh.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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