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GENERAL DISCLAIMER ABOUT MY WORKS:
I write about the things that people don't want to think about.
I write about the things that people are turning away from when its mentioned.
I write about the things no one warned you about because in their eyes its a taboo to even think of it.
I write about atheists, rape, forced marriages- all of the darkest side of life.
If you don't like that, then this account is nothing for you.

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'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possibly have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul.

Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace in her mind, peace with her own yellow paint.

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Salaam, this is an Islamic romance story. The main girl will be on a journey with something that is guiding her, along with someone else. Romance will stand in the background (not, what I mean is that it won't be the main thing in the story, but it will be a very big part of the story, I am just tired of writing/reading romance stories that are 100% about romance) which I thought would suit this story more. This story will be about someone finding light in the whole dark world. It is about someone finding her peace with religion. So if you have difficulties with finding peace with yourself and that you feel like you need someone or something to guide you, then this book could be something for you. It will be much more different than my other stories, but it will still have the same message. Oh and btw, I warn you for the grammar mistakes. In shaa Allah this fourth journey would be great. And also tell me what you think for now!

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