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The lights were dimmed, with the television on . Noor, my sixteen year old daughter had her head laid peacefully on my laps and she was watching a comedy movie as she laughed heartily. She looked so innocent. I wanted to capture the moment and keep it with me forever.
I felt the throbbing headache back. I'll have to tell her someday, before it gets too late. Sadeeq is never here for the both of us. She's all I have now. But I can't bring myself to tell her, she's finally okay now. After three long years.
My daughter is the best thing that has ever happened to me...and I would do anything to be with her...if it means battling life...then I would.
She then looked up at me, her black orbs piercing into mine and she said in an innocent way. "Mamma, tell me a story".
I chuckled a bit before answering her. "About what darling?"
"Anything" she spoke. "Tell me about your life mama" I smiled, sank deep into the soft sofa and began caressing her soft, silky hair untangling the knots with my fingers. I felt the memories flood back as I spoke. I had it engraved in my heart. I remember everything very clearly.
"It all started..long ago..."
And this is how I told her..the story of my life...of my battles, of my storms, my uncontrollable storms. The untamed storms.
I told her my story.
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The Untamed Storms~ On hold~
General FictionShe was Red Hot Lava Hot and fierce like the Simoon Could Burn without Realizing She Was a fiery Angel Angry like the red in a bull's eye Could hurt without Remorse She had a heart as valuable as Gold One of Life, Radiance and light Loyalty was her...
