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The Return

In the dark of the night,
The young girl sat down
Alone, lonely, and secluded.
She was kneeling, bowing her head.
Strings of words spoken, softly,
“Allah, I am tired,
I am desperate,
I am stuck,
Feeling despicable, and sinful.”
She cried, sobbing.
Her gaze was diverted to the thing in front of her.
A book.
Clean and well maintained.… Continue Reading