KENYAN ANGEL

KENYAN ANGEL

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"From all that was heard, you have no choice but to leave Heaven... As a punishment of all your wrong doings, you are to serve a sentence on earth in a chaotic country called Kenya where Al-Shabab attacks are frequent and the citizens are always scared due to political tension." Those words made Mina's whole world crumble, "how can an angel live among humans? How will I survive? I have always hated earth, never visited and know nothing about it, I even considered humans savages." as thoughts circled around Mina's head, she fainted and woke up in a foreign land........ My story is copy righted... Do anything to it and I shall come for u like an angel of death to take u to the Hell.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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