P R O B L E M A T I C S

P R O B L E M A T I C S

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From the dismal suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio, five unconventional strangers meet on board a train headed through vast grasslands and forests towards the historic, towering city of Montreal. Each masters of their own differences and states of mind, they find no solace in one another nor in anyone else --- in nothing but their one goal; the money prize promised to the one stranger who excels above all. When their train halts abruptly in the illusion of a crash amidst the wild wilderness of Pennsylvania, the opportunity to claim the money prize through chivalry tugs and pulls at each and every one of them --- but soon enough, an entanglement of murders, underground criminal rings, wretched relationships, and twenty-first century realities traps them in what is an eye that has always, and almost forever been watching them all along.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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