"Dying wouldn't be such a bad idea after all", she concluded as she changed position on her plan, propping her head against her arm on the pillow, in order to lie on her back, facing the ceiling. "Is there anything that could be worse than this life I'm living?", she asked herself for the umpteenth time as she arrayed her problems in her mind over again, unable to see a sign of help or hope anywhere around.
"Hmm, there can't be anything worse, there just can't be anyone living through more shits, no", she had fought tooth and nails to stay alive and in sane mind, she had hit the rock bottom over and again and managed to always soar, but, the problems just wouldn't stop coming at her, the world and its people were forming a battalion against her little mild innocent self, "But, God, why?", she could not help the query, she just could not keep her thinking straight anymore. The tears dropped onto her nose as she lay on her right arm, before following the track of the tears from the other eye to drop on the pillow beneath her face.
A few minutes later, she jumped on her feet and shouted, "yes, let's just get this over with", wiping her tears as she stood akimbo facing her boxes of clothes. "Enough of this silent torture and unflinching pain", she consoled herself as she selected a change of clothes and hurriedly put them on. Facing the mirror, she smiled at herself, "of course, you are beautiful, and now, we're going to be real strong and face the harsh reality, right?" she said to herself, turned to pick a black Qhimar which ran right down to her toes,that was neatly folded on a sofa nearby. She smiled into the mirror the final time and then strolled out majestically, after putting on her gloves and picking her diary and a pen from her study table.
"It will be over in a short while, honey, yes, just hang in a little longer, we'll have that unrivalled peace soon enough", she reaffirmed as she locked the door to her self-contained apartment, feeling much more relaxed and excited than she had felt in months. "Just a few seconds more", she continued muttering to herself with each step, getting more emboldened in her resolve as the moment passed....
Who knows what she's planning to do? What is so terrible a life???
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My Luck
Mystery / ThrillerA story of a young Muslimah, who could be said to have lived through all sorts of disgusting relegation, and survived it all independently, losing so many things along the line as well as confusing more than one of her life stages.... now she believ...
