Dreaming for freedom

Dreaming for freedom

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Around a hundred and fifty Muslims live in an underground bunker in England and have been hiding from the English soldiers for eight years. Those eight years have been nothing but miserable and heartbreaking for them especially young Sarah and her friends. And because her parents were killed by English soldiers she has spent her eight years in grief and misery she is now determined for her taste of freedom, and soon. But leaving the tunnels is a risky idea and the Muslims' bunker is soon discovered, leading all their lives to life-threatening danger . . . Hi all readers, I'm just a normal person on Wattpad trying to get better at writing so please vote and comment any suggestions or grammar mistakes. Thank you again!
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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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