All Men Are Not The Same

All Men Are Not The Same

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Inspired by a real life story. *************************** The names are fictitious, the places are imaginary, the dates are fake, but the story - a real one. This is the story of a little boy who grew up losing the most precious parts of his life. It is the story of a broken brother, a shattered son and a heartbroken soul within which lived a golden heart. No matter how hard life knocked him out, he always stood up with a wider smile. Yet, little by little, he stopped believing in a better life. He placed all his faith in the last words his mother said. "The worst thing about life is that it wasn't meant to be easy. And the best thing, perhaps, is that life itself is temporary. It all ends someday - the day you breathe your last." ***************** Disclaimer: The names employed are purely fictitious. ***************** As an amateur writer, I am glad to share my first online writing experience with you. All your comments, grammar checks and suggestions will be treated with great appreciation. Thanks for giving this book a chance! With love, Zumee. (Zohra Begum Gunglee)
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