Burning Soul

Burning Soul

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Burning Soul The common perspective on life is that, we have to compete for it. They say that life is the survival of the fittest where the strongest man stands. But I disagree. Life isn't about competing with them. It's about competing against yourself. Life will always run on that operation. It will never be about them. It will always be you. We live in this world to savor its essence, despite the fact that life is the worst engineer of problems. I am now 15, and yet I can merely say that I have enjoyed the pains and pleasure of life. I may still be young and I know that, but there are instances that I realize: why do we have to live in this world? Odd as it may sound, but we live in this world to battle for us to survive. The world is a huge arena. We are all the gladiators, the very protagonists of our stories. And as battles and stories go, there must be the villains, the bad ones, the antagonists. At first they all seemed to scare me, but little by little I realize what they are for. They are the forces of God to strengthen me. Challenges and problems come my way not to make me feel weak or punished. I believe they are all instruments of God to help me realize how cruel life can be, but with Him, I can make it through. We all pass this stage where there's no one else to cling to, but to Him. We will all go through this moment to test our strength, will and faith. You see, that's the very image of living. Sometimes we overlook the blessings God give to us because we are too focused on our problems. We tend to think about them and complain. Instead of the endless cries of complaints, why don't we wipe our tears, smile and thank God for his gifts to us? With strong faith and pure heart, I know God will help us overcome these trials. After all, that's what life is about. Competing against yourself, to prove your faith in God .
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I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

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