Force To See The Light

Force To See The Light

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Last published Sun, Jan 24, 2016

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She became very diverse over the past year. Became a stranger to her love ones, although good friends with her enemies. She took the wrong path instead of the right one. Instead of helping others, she hurts them. Instead of encouraging others, she puts them down. Even after years, years of practice and faith, she lost it. She lost everything in an month. A month without me. A seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and a years, all could change someone over a period of time. The answer is what caused them to change. Sometimes its a good type, although, it could be a bad change instead. Its hard. Especially if they already experience it. She went from a nice, sweet, innocent young girl to the opposite. And now it my goal to change her back. Back to the girl who I grew up with. And the funny thing is... is still a secret. That I'll help her open up to. I know one thing for sure, she didn't lose her guide in Allah, just in this world around her. That's the cause of all of it. Just a test, a test she seems to be failing. And, I honestly believe it might work. Although, I haven't seen how bad it is yet. Force To See The Light

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