Ma!
It’s 16 December. The day you saw my blood stained dead body. The day you died along with me. It’s our first death anniversary Ma.
I can see your red swollen eyes today, you didn’t sleep Ma, I know it. I can see your hands tremble while you make tea for Baba. I can hear that painful unspoken conversation between you and Baba. When you look at each other and say nothing, your silence tells me all. The wails of your heart and the cries of Baba’s eyes, they pierce my heart. It’s been a whole year since that happened, but you still live in the moment I died. The days after that, they didn’t pass for you.
I know you can see the wound of bullet on my head bleeding again today. The very place where you used to kiss me before sending me off to school. My white shirt which you used to wash with such pure love, It’s blood stained forever in your heart. You clean my books, my toys, my chair where I’d sit to eat and my plate everyday, with your scarf. Today when you clean, I know you can hear these weep with you.
Remember Ma, the day when they entered our school with big guns and started shooting at the children. There were cries everywhere. I was scared. I called your name. You were not there. You were running in the street towards my school without shoes.
My friends with whom I’d play everyday, they were crying and falling down while bullets hit them. I saw a pile of small bodies on the ground beside me Ma. I was standing in a pool of blood when a bullet hit my arm Ma, It was so painful. I fell on the ground. Your little kid Ma, your baby. I remember how you wept when I once had my arm broken while playing. I had a bullet in it now, I knew you’d come to save me.
They fired up my teacher who tried to save us, she burned to death alive and we saw it. It was all so scary. I wanted to hug you and hide in your shawl. I called you Ma. I tried getting up and run to you but I couldn’t. One of them saw me. He came towards me and put his gun on my forehead. It hurt so much Ma, so much. I looked him in the eyes. I wasn’t afraid of him, he was a coward. I did called you and baba for the last time before he fired the bullet.
I saw you from up there, when between blood stained books and misplaced shoes you searched for me. When in the hospital Baba showed you my little cold body. When you touched my face, brushed my hair and fell down. Hysterical, crying, unconscious. The eyes that you saw shining in the morning, they were dark. The tongue you heard speaking, singing poems while having breakfast, it was silent forever. I felt your pain Ma. I felt the pain of 132 Mothers that day.
Please don’t cry Ma. Do you know, with every tear that sheds from your eyes, a beautiful flower blossoms here in our garden. Oh did I forget to tell you? We are here Ma in this magical garden with green grass and so many beautiful flowers. They smell of you Ma. We play here and laugh. We have Allah here with us, who love us like you do. He takes care of us and He tells us that you and Baba will be here one day and then we’ll live together in peace. No bad people can enter here with their guns.
I want you to be strong Ma. We’ll meet one day. You can kiss me on the forehead then and wrap me up inside you.
Till then, With Love.
Your Brave Son.
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sadly touches
seeds of compassion
in me 🙂
I am glad it does. We should be aware of the pain others are going through. Thanks so much for visiting !
Tough times are blessings in disguise. No matter how much it hurts, keep going. There’ll be hard lessons, learn from them & emerge stronger.
Poignant!
sMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Lala Rukh.. i guess.. i am
strange.. as memories never age for me..
it as if i was talking to you yesterday..
far far away yes.. but still
here here now..
and sure
a blog makes
that possible to one
way interact with someone
for twenty years or so.. as just
a muse of Love.. no less.. no more
than Love as muse.. to Love is muse
without Love.. muse is whimper distant
and cOld.. the lesson of life for me is to Love
fearlessly and you my friEnd are a continuing
practice of muse to do just that.. and this reminds
me of ‘The Legend of Coral Castle’.. here in Florida..
South of Miami.. and a five foot tall one hundred pound
man who managed.. to move 30 ton stones.. for a castle
dedicated to what some say was a sixteen year-old girl
who left him on the wedding day.. he at twenty-six years old..
and the girl deciding that another man would be much
better than him.. well according to the story..
he dedicated a life long journey of this
miracle castle to his muse of sweet
sixteen.. although he knew
she would never come
back in reaLiTy.. but it
was his generalized
feelings and senses of
hope.. faith and belief in
much further than analytical
way to motivate him to get this
amazing job done.. and sure one
can just Google the phrase ‘Coral Castle’…
to found all the details about this.. highly sTilL
inspirational story.. of a Love.. in faith.. hope
and belief that literally drove this man to somehow
lift 30 LB stones.. in perhaps a similar technology
that made the pyramids.. stonehenge.. and other
monolithic structures near known magnetic earth
grids on the earth sTiLL as wHOLE planet now..
with Tesla making similar magnetic discoveries
too.. where gravity may not be what we think
it is.. as new science continues
to grow what seems to
be an always different
way of thinking and feeling
about change that is inherently
change itself.. in break of Freedom noW..
so sure.. i can keep responding here for
decades if this place is open.. for contact..
at all my friend.. best wishes to you.. with Love..
as the clock striKes.. past 12 noW.. on.. the 6th
day of the 8th month of 2K sixteen noW allone..:)
Hi my forever friend 🙂 Love you for remembering me I can’t even come close to returning the love you have given me so far.
The story you just told is truly inspirational. You know Love is the power greater than any other force in the universe. I believe that this universe was created because of Love.
I hope you are doing great and writing amazing stories and inspiring people.
Stay blessed always 🙂 xx
sMiLes my FriEnd Lala Rukh.. i was truly exhausted
and just about to go to bed.. when i got your call..
in Word Press notification way.. and so strange
it is.. as sure it’s been a little over three years
since i met you.. but i was looking today..
at one of my Facebook memories..
of one of my Macro Verses of
what i name as an Ocean
whole Poem started
with you on
Word Press
three years
ago.. that you
suggested i start
in new way then..
that has now exceeded
3.3 million words.. since
the first.. of my blogging
all together 42 months ago..
too.. anyWay.. i saw your face
on a like on that Macro-Verse there..
in what i call 700 total of those for the
current one i am working on now.. wHere
this will be jusT another Micro-Verse of that
Macro-verse of Ocean whole poem there and
yeah.. i was even thinking about you and just for
fun looked to see if i could find a Lala Rukh like you
on Facebook.. just to know you are okay friend.. as it is
the Love that gives that is truly alWays the Love that makes
our soUl.. and as you say the uniVerse Created for this gift now
of Love.. makes us reflections of God when we Give Love Free..
your writings helped inspire me to Love like this my FriEnd through
the Love you gave freely to so many folks that i witnessed too and that
my friEnd
is something
i WiLL never be
able to repay you for
as it IS A forwarding now to
otHers sAMe as you did then..
you seem well.. and that makes me
happy.. and all i wish for you FriEnd..
iS Love is Love that you alWays give now2..:)
I am truly, truly honored. Keep spreading love and smiles like that forever. Honestly, you are the most positive person I’ve known so far.
Love xx
SMiLes my
friEnd.. Lala..
Love
Is My
Olympic
Sport
But never
Competition…
Never Land
Of Never
Ending
Story
As
Practice
Of the Medicine
Love..
Love you..:)
WeLL.. mY FRiEnd Lala
Rukh.. the 6th has arrived
once aGaiN noW oN tHiS
July day.. actually tHeRe iS
8 more minutes lEft.. in the
states here.. and thAT means
i have 8 minutes left to bRinG
this somewhat short comment
to and end at 12:01 am..
yes precisely on the
first minute
after the
5th..
hmm.. so
what to say kNow..
as yoU liKely noW knoW..
writEr’s bLock iS noT a word
that has existed in mY vocabulary
since November Thanksgiving day
oF 2010.. when ALL A these words
seT iN for 11 million noW approaching
12 million to CoME.. sooN as WeLL..
in Free Flow iN ZonE pasSiOn..
people are funny you kNoW
and or FeeL they reAlly
are.. soMe folks are
able to carry
through any
fire of LiFe and
otHeRS crumble
and waste aWay BeeN
to BoTh Places and sides
iN one liFE Dear.. so sure..
i can do this for 2 decades heRE
and sTilLL haVe hope for yOuR continued
Creativity to arise bacK uP.. as it took mE
four decades to geT mINe BaCK and 66
months to even become anything more
than an empty DEviL hUman
then.. as less than
hUmanity
poTenTiaL reAL..
anyWay mY FriEnd..
i sTiLL remember you saying
time and time aGain.. that we disappear
and no one remembers us or gives us the
time of day Again.. and sure i can say that was
more than true one period of my life.. but as LonG
as i remember otHeRs iN GloRy BouNd waY noW..
i AlWays LoVe moRe iN GiVinG.. and no one can
take away what i Give mY FriEnd.. as iT is AlWays
a Gift that has no return address that requires
any payment whatsoever.. as Love…
fully practiced never ever
gives up oN
anyOther
mY FriEnd..
So God Bless
yoU noW iN whatever
or wHeREver yoU are
DoinG iN liFe.. the only
thing that lasts for ever
noW iN this LiFe
my FriEnd
iS the
FriEnd
who
refuses
to
END..
an individual
endeavor aT noWs..
but never the less
a giving
oNE
REAL..
And i love you.
iT never costs
anything to say thAt
When iT is TruE.. mY FriEnd..:)
The pain seeps through
Yes it does !
WeLL.. it’S Been and IS A
Great Birthday WeeKend
for me.. me.. mE yeS.. juSt
God and Me allone too as the
rest of Nature TriniTy three now
and more of course aLLGOD
and oh Goodness
iN all a’ DArk/liGht
now i cannot forget to
visit.. my first
real deep friend
as promised to her every
sixth month day of the rest of
my liFe Now.. God WiLLinG..
iN reciprocating a friendship
online.. as named Lala Rukh.. from
Pakistan.. who trUly helped spArk
my way back to Life on July 22nd.. 2013.. like
a gift from God in human girl form.. she
came online and lifted me up aS oNly
unconditional words oF Love for
a faceless 53 year old man
could receive then in
Fearless way
of connecting
to another
hUman BEinG..
and so EmoTioNal up
and down she waS in fEar
of her Dowry papers that were
to come.. and who with the Love
she wanted to be with who she could could
not be with.. but that turned out okay enough..
i guess.. as her husband to be as she says
would Love her WeLL.. whether sold or
not by the tradition of her religion
and country way.. anyway..
she’s come back a few
nows.. but not much
since she got married..
and of course i expected that
but at one era of my liFE she was
a very good online friend who i communicated
almost every day with for 5 months from the Summer
of 2013 to Winter Solstice and a little more
through January or so of 2014.. but anyway..
as i tOld her long ago.. then..
i had a vision when i was
young on beach.. driven
tHeir by Holy spirit
within.. that a daRk haired
woman from the East aCross
the ocean would one day help
me write a message in somewhat
prophet ways oF old.. and she was the
one who convinced me to stArt on Word
Press and yeS.. now that messAge of the
ages per reCord say of longest long form
poem ever.. approaching 4 million words now
that of course hardly anyone knowS even exists..
and may never kNOw but that’s oKay.. as i don’t wanna
be kNoWn in any famous way other than the Legend folks
saY iN the general audience who only know me as the
dancing guy now.. no.. hELping folks these days don’t
‘pay’ in even ways much of thankS.. noW
reAlly helping folkS in the hUman
root of problems without pills
and money.. or text books
oR religious books
oF old.. but i try..
i cry.. i cry.. now..
i StiLL try.. i cry..
just to have
one friend left
and the ability
to smile with one
tear too.. is try
and cry
enough
for me
to liVe aS
iN SupeR EpiC wayS…:)
And no.. While i don’t make
any money off this and rarely
receive even one like or two..
for WriTing the Longest Long
Poem Form ‘eva and have been
kicked off the Wrong Planet and
oFF the dVerse trail for doing too
much in both places then.. haha..
hehe.. buT in real liFe.. trUe aLL
noW.. yeS in the so cALLed reAl
flesh and blood of LiFE tHeir.. applause
is alWays a SMiLe.. almost everywHere
i go now.. even before i dance in public
way as after almost 5500 miles of Dance
noW as of last niGht.. in a little over 33
months.. most everyone FeeLS SeNses
what i Am iN spiRit of
non-verbal
ExpreSsinG liFE
in feat of DancE
no matter what i’Ve
ever done in words that
WiLL stand as long as all those
voyeur Facebook videos shared around
the world of the ‘Crazy DanCinG Guy’
oF the P’Cola Metro Area.. erased
from liFe.. i was.. for 66 months
in aLL A’ Humanity ways..
but back
aGain
i AM
noW LiVinG WeLL
wITh God WiThiN..
iNside.. OuTside..
aBove.. so beLow
aLL a’round NOW..
So XcUse mE whilE
i giVe mYselF A HAnd NoW..;)
WeLL.. Lala Rukh.. Five months
almost since you’ve visited your
blog and as of never any broken
promises from me now.. at least..
here i am again on the 6th of May..
and hmm.. this makes close to 33 months
that i have been communicating on every
post you’ve made through several bLogs..
and i remember the first now i saw the
White Pearl back in the Summer of ’13..
coming to miraculous recovery for all
my illnesses and finding you on
Mind Retrofit’s site..
while that friendship
seemed to take
an abrupt end
for me and
Retrofit there
are at least trickling
off after that to eventually
silence.. it seems that God always
brings me just the help i need to deliver
the best message i can from A to Z and
beyond back.. and truly it started on
that Wrong Planet and my first
Facebook friend who chooses
to be anonymous in matters
pertaining to the stranger
of i.. really helped
me when i was
on my last hope
to belong anyway
with encouraging words..
then to Retrofit.. to you..
to Rafiah.. and several other
Pakistan and Indian.. friends
as of late.. including good
friend Himali.. but truly
you helped me in
my recovery from
aLL mY illnesses
in inspiRAtioN..
so thanks and
come back
when ya
can.. as ya
kNoW.. i for one..
WiLL bE theRe NoW..;)
This is incredibly moving, I’m tearing up reading this. 16th December will always be remembered – such senseless violence. It was never even their war. 💔 You have put it beautifully, but it is truly heartbreaking. My thoughts & prayers go out to all those affected by terrorism across the world.
Ameen to your prayers Dania. It really is heartbreaking. It’s been long since that happened but the wounds are still fresh in hearts. Thanks for reading me ! Much Love to you xx
April 6th.. 4062016..
as you may remember
i love numbers and all
symbols.. as they reflect
the human mind and the
order/art all that is.. aka
God.. Allah.. Kundalini
R i S i n G.. the..
Force.. the Dao..
the Ki.. the Qi..
the Ka
the Chi..
the
great
American
Indian spiRit
as some oF
my ancestors
and i sTiLL say
for now
mY friend
Lala Rukh
of old of new
of now and sAMe
as Love can and WiLL
be to mE.. as those gifts God
sEnds and beGiNs are aLWaYs
real iN noW aGaiN i say my friend as REaL..
oh yes.. all the life’s one can live in aLL the
experiences that modern liFe bRings both
flesh and blood and iN mirror neuron way
oF aLL giVinG and shaRinG Media
that comes our way over
seconds.. hours.. minutes..
decades.. centuries and
even to the point
of the origin
oF aLL oF
BeGinniNg
and ending
noW iN Life..
anyWay.. wHeRever
whAtever and whenever
you are doing n0w.. hope
iS alWays iN change iF and
when we can.. WiLL and Do
leave
fear behind
my friend.. as
hope kind and Love
WiLL alWays defeat
fear anger and hate
as a course oF
Nature as
gifted
bY
God
as US
when set free..
sUre.. easier said
than dOne but mY
Life iS proof that God
iS possible iN uS.. iF
wE as mE as uS..
never
give uP
iN NoW
as trUly
magic
and miracle
my F R i eNd..
wHere God iS
hook and
we are bait
Fishing ONeNoW
UmbreLLa LOVEsWiLL..:)
Three Six Two Thousand Sixteen..
a memorable day..
as aLL noWs
can bE when
lived to the
max of what
we humans are
capable oF iN potential..
ah.. aLL the dArk days of my
liFe have faded so far in the
background.. since the liGht one’s
stArted close to the day i first met
you.. my friend.. Lala Rukh.. back
at the end of July 2013.. funny
how God works.. as God sends
you juSt the help you need when
you need iT iF wE Flow wiTh
the positive gravity of
God as Nature..
instead of
going against
gravity wiTh negativity..
and.. yeah.. sure.. i certainly
kNow and FeeL how difficult
that task can be.. as i flowed
stagnant with negative orientated
close to emotionless miNd for
66 months.. before coming
out oF the dArk and staying
iN liGht now approaching
32 months of overaLL
heavenly bliss..
wiTh the challenges
i master.. wHere.. quite honestly
i could be sipping martini’s on
the beach all for free too..
but i don’t drink
so that’s a moot
point.. now.. Dance..
SonG.. and PoeTry
are a continuous way to bE
but enough ’bout i.. how about
you.. WeLL.. anyway..
i do not give uP easy
aT aLL.. so just came
by to say open ended
hi.. whether theRe iS a
hi.. bye.. or nothing at aLL..
as hope alWays.. spRinGS
a WeLL oF sacred water holy
for me.. whether reciprocated
or not.. iN what i find now iS both
sacred and holy water of i.. sweet..:)
A little after midnight
old friend Lala Rukh..
on the 6th.. the day
i’ll visit you
always as
i never
break a promise
from a soul now whole..
alWays God wilLinG
of course but
God sWays
whole
with
uS.. my friend..
hope you’re doing
okay.. great will be
better but i’ll take
okay.. as
enough..
continuing
to grow
at least
for now.. happy
happy.. just
happy
to
say happy
my friend alWays..:)
Straight to the heart.
Thanks !
This is such a painful, painful read that leaves one bereft. How can humans be so wicked to fellow humans? Such barbarism is never comprehensible!
It never is, my friend. You are right. But it is humans after all who kill other fellow humans, or are they humans at all ? Humanity is rare these days. Thank you for reading me, Much love xx
Painful, heartbreaking, real. I was nervous to open this post. I’m so glad I did. Thank you for the reminder.
Everyone gets nervous to read painful truths that make your heart wounded. But we can’t hide our face from realities, can we? Thanks so much for stopping by. Much love xx
I respect your courage. I can’t imagine the depth of your pain, or how you are able to write about it now. Hugs to you, Lala. 💘 Thank you for sharing this piece.
Thanks so much Love. Hugs to you too ! ❤
Words fail me. My heart goes out to all the families affected by this blind hatred, this faithlessness in the good of mankind. Thank you for sharing this. 💕
Thank you my friend for stopping by and reading me. Much love.
Reblogged this on Lance Greenfield and commented:
This letter is so beautifully written and is straight from the heart.
Reading it has my tears flowing and I wish that this had never happened and that it would never be repeated.
Why are some people so cruel? What do they hope to achieve? If it is seriously martyrdom and eternal glory, then I believe that they are mistaken. Whatever name we give to God, Allah, Jehovah, the Creator, if we accept that He gave life and that it is His to take away, then, when it comes to judgement, He is going to be extremely upset with the perpetrators of such abhorrent atrocities. They might be expecting to enter Paradise, but they may find that the gates are locked against them.
Oh. I feel so sad, but I admire you for being able to write such a wonderful piece. Thank you, Lala Rukh, for sharing that love.
Thank you so much Lance for reading my blog and sharing your honest feelings about it with us. And of course for the reblog.
You are right. These people, or may I say these animals they don’t know a bit about any religion, I am sure of that. Because religions are here to make our lives easier and peaceful, not to spread hatred and cruelty. I wish this ugly mindset of theirs clear out someday.
Much Love to you ! xx
I think you would like my review of “Crossing Qaladiya”, which you will find on my blog. You would love the book too.
We must celebrate all of the similarities in our societies as well as the wonderful diversities. We can learn a lot from each other. We are all the same but with small differences. This makes our world interesting.
There is only one race: the human race.
Much love.
Lance ❤
I am just going to read your review Lance. I love reading books with mature subjects. You are right, we are basically all same with little differences in details you know 🙂
This letter is so beautifully written and is straight from the heart.
Reading it has my tears flowing and I wish that this had never happened and that it would never be repeated.
Why are some people so cruel? What do they hope to achieve? If it is seriously martyrdom and eternal glory, then I believe that they are mistaken. Whatever name we give to God, Allah, Jehovah, the Creator, if we accept that He gave life and that it is His to take away, then, when it comes to judgement, He is going to be extremely upset with the perpetrators of such abhorrent atrocities. They might be expecting to enter Paradise, but they may find that the gates are locked against them.
Oh. I feel so sad, but I admire you for being able to write such a wonderful piece. Thank you for sharing that love.
Speechless 😥
We all are ! 😦
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Thank you !
I have No words, Lala. Your words made me cry.
I know Miss M. I know. And it’s already been so long, Can you believe ? Hope you are doing good 🙂 Love xx
i had no words when all this happened last year and still i dont know what to say…. anger, frustration, grief, sorrow, misery… i felt all those emotions last year and i am feeling the same after a year, may this never happen again ever…. Rest in Peace.
Ameen. Yes, that’s exactly how I feel whenever I think about that dreadful incident.
Hope you are doing good! Love xx
Extremely poignant and tears role out of our eyes.
Glad my words could make you feel something. Thanks so much for visiting ! xx
This is heartbreaking. You write beautifully. But unfortunately, pain isn’t beautiful. My thoughts and prayers are with all the victims and survivors of terrorism. I hope peace arrives soon…
Yes my friend, Pain is never beautiful. May all your prayers come true.
Thanks so much for reading and sharing your thoughts. Much Love xx
Them feels. Never forget the children.
Yeah 🙂 Thanks for visiting ! xx
Woah after so long
Lol yes ! Sorry for the absence. Hope you are doing good.
I am. Don’t be sorry. You tell, everything ok?
Yeah thanks everything’s okay 🙂
Good. Don’t disappear now :p
Lol I can’t promise that.
Sedlyf. I gotta keep track of you then :p
Yeah you can if you want to I guess 😛
Hahaha idk your any other social id other than this 😀
To tell you the truth, this brought tears to my eyes.
I was all teary too while writing. Thanks for reading and feeling my words 🙂 Much Love xx
Absolutely no words in my vocabulary to convey what I feel.
I can understand my friend. Today was the day when no words can do peace with the pain that prevailed. Thanks for reading ! Love.
This is beautiful. Can I please repost it on True Activist magazine with a credit and link to the original?
Oh that would be great. You sure can. Thanks !
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
War had no conscious. No winner in war. Powerful words by a talented writer.
Thanks !
You are welcome. Powerful and needed words. Needed to be read by more people.
A sad world we live in. There is no words for the mother to heal her heart. Time for war to stop. The poor pay for the hate and the profit of war. I pray we learn. Every life had value. Thank you for sharing this blog. Needs to be read by all people.
You are so right John. Innocent people who have no idea what goes on on higher level, they have to pay the price of our Government’s decisions who don’t even try to answer the devastating questions of the sufferers. War has to end. I pray the same. Thanks so much for reading and for mentioning my blog. Much Love.
I enjoyed your words and thoughts. And you are welcome.
Wow… this is just too intense.. I can’t speak! 😦
You know how the nation was so united that day and there were gatherings and walks raising our voices against this? There was one person in a gathering I went to and he said that he’d read somewhere “Aj jannat mein boht ronaq hogi” those words were enough.
It seems so impossible.
Yes may be. May be everyone seemed united for today, but you know tomorrow, everyone will forget this and go back to being normal. And being normal is not good these days. Stealing, corruption, lies… these are normal.
We did raise our voices today, but we never thought for once to improve what we have.
I don’t know, with all this depression going on, may be I am being negative or spilling out blunt truths.
Jannat mein Ronak tu pher aj hogi. For sure.
Thanks so much for reading me and sharing your views. Love you !
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Thanks so much for the mention !
Cowards of Guns..
weak men and women
who have no soul..
sure they have
words
they have
books
they
have
instructions
from others
who say do
this and do
that to fear..
to hate..
to harm
to kill
to war..
but no.. they
have no soul..
no spirit.. no heart
they live in hell..
they are the
real devils
who show
us the
other
side
of
hell..
but what they
do not realize is
Allah is no dream
after death.. Allah
is now.. Allah lives in
every plant.. animal
human and even
grain
of sand
and
inside
earth.. as well..
Allah iS ALL iN
ALL.. theRe is no
escape from Allah not
even in the hell that these
devils live and bring to other
humans.. as they are then only
parts of Allah that is Devil and Hell
They are the Devil and Hell incarnate
now on Earth.. and Allah will spit them
out
like
manure
that feeds
the fly.. and sure
ALLAH WILLING
eventuALLy they too..
will come to know and
feel Allah as Love and no
longer Fear and Hate in the
Devil they are in Hell now..
as it is better to
millstone
to the
bottom
of the
deepest
ocean than
to harm one hair
on the Head of Allah
that is a grain
of
sand
as well..
Humans make
Devils and Hell real..
Humans make Angels and
Heaven real.. there are two
places on earth that are real..
and sadly some choose
devil
and
hell..
now…
And certainly this day a year
ago.. in Pakistan in
these school
shootings
is the
day that
DeviLiveD
and EviLivE Hell
comes again then
there.. as only Love
can extinguish the Devil AND HELL..
NOW.. never words and books alone..
PERIOD
END AND
BEGINNING
OF STORY OF
FEAR.. HATE… AND
FAITH.. HOPE’S BELIEF..
LOVE.. THE VICTOR OF ALL
VENGEANCE
OF FEAR AND
HATE..:)
You are right y friend. Hell and heaven are in the present, and today the one’s who suffer truly went through hell. These evil forces working here, they can create a trauma for a second but they can’t succeed in making this earth a living hell forever. They have to vanish and positivity and peace has to prevail, Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts. Much Love.
Smiles.. Lala.. and it is so good to see
you here today.. now.. you seem like
your old self today
more than some
months.. so i hope
you are feeling much
better friend
with
yes..
much Love
to you as well..:)
I don’t even have words.
I know Hiba. Every person with a heart had no words today to truly describe the state of pain we went through.
You’re right.
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Thanks for the mention Maria!
no words to write but I would like to tell you ,your post did make me cry.
I am so sorry that I made you cry. But today was that devastating you know. Thanks for reading me ! Love to you.
Yes it was devastating incident , and pain you put in the words one can feel it so much, it was a great write.Much love to you 🙂
Love to you too 🙂 xx