Defining a Terrorist #Wattys2016 (Editing)

Defining a Terrorist #Wattys2016 (Editing)

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Two individuals and two different paths but at the end the same destination. Sana is a young bubbly girl in her twenties. With no warning she finds herself between people she thought only existed in news and movies, terrorists. Sana can't comprehend how the deep blue eyed intimidating man even can call himself a Muslim when being a terrorist. How much knowledge may he have about Islam when he literally does not give a damn when terrorizing people? Islam can't teach what they're preaching. That's impossible. Then how come Sana learns a thing or two of the people she actually loathes? When secrets unwraps, her mind and thoughts end up in a more tangled mess, as does her life. Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved to Shona1993
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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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