I am not Crazy

I am not Crazy

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They called me crazy. Pagal ? But I smiled... Because one day, I will become exactly what they feared. ~Aur maine us nam ku taqat banaliya ~ Ruba Kareem , a girl whose faith felt like a small lantern she kept cupped in both hands, trying to shield it from a storm that didn't know how to end. She lived in a place that swallowed people whole, a place where the walls talked too much and made too little sense. Nights repeated themselves like a wound that refused to heal, looping until even her dreams felt tired. She prayed anyway. Prayed like someone knocking on a door she wasn't sure existed. One strange night, the universe finally answered, just not in the way she expected. Something shifted in the air, subtle but certain, like the moment before a storm breaks. ..A stranger arrived.. Calm. Sharp. Too observant for comfort. He didn't belong to this place any more than she did, yet he walked through the halls with a steady certainty, like he could see through every secret the walls tried to smother. His presence felt like a message, or maybe a warning. Either way, something in her chest shifted ,quiet but undeniable. While he stepped away to pray, his keys glinted on the table beside him. For Ruba, they didn't look like metal. They looked like a promise. A dare. A door left open by accident or fate. Her hand moved before her thoughts could catch up. Her heartbeat thundered. Her breath shattered. And then the world was roaring beneath her as the car lunged forward, the gates shrinking like they were finally letting go. Freedom tasted like fear. Fear tasted like freedom.
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