The Bridge we burned
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Last published Fri, Dec 25, 2020
"Whether we build walls or bridges is solely upto us. But the repercussions of our decisions are almost always beyond our control.
This story is about a bridge burned and walls built in its stead. A story of a majestic fortress tearing itself apart.
Of people once parts of a single soul breaking away in agony
Of misunderstandings and foul play
Of deceit and innocence
Of love and hate"
-Muhammad Hamza Siddiqui
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