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Aurora

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Parts 20
Time 1h 59m

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"I don't see what's so fascinating about the the northern lights!If you just want to see a beautiful,illuminating sky,watch it when the sun rises! The light of the Dawn. I love it and it's my Aurora"

I was sixteen then. 

After she walked away,I remembered that it was my mother who had named me. I was born three months after she had returned from a week long tour in Finland. I knew what she had meant now. I was her light,I was her Aurora!!
         
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Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I can hear you call my name
And it feels like home

She was beautiful.
She was rich.
She was intelligent.
Moreover she was free and independent.

She lived the life many people simply craved for day and night.

Yet, Noor-Us-Seher wasn't at peace.

She didn't know she was lost untill someone mentioned it to her!!

She didn't know if she really was a believer untill the time she realised how difficult it was to be a believer in a world of illusions.

When there was no choice for her but to become a stranger in this world. 
It was then she realised!
Strangers were blessed!
Maybe not here,but somewhere else!!
And everything would be worth it,One Fine Day❤️❤️All Rights Reserved

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