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"Babuji, can you hold my hand. This confusion in my mind needs to be channeled to somewhere else"

"You need no hands to cling onto. I can see the uncertainty in you, my dear. Your eyes. The somber glitters. The look of needing someone"

Perhaps the moonless night was nothing more than a complete set of theatrical drama, a set of opera with no white color, or lack of it. Something that the certainty never drives beyond the uncertainty. Or maybe something similar like that. The thought of getting saved, or hand being held by the one he could call a savior had dimmed, like the stars of unreachable. The numbness attack on his feet paralyzed his mind. Or the numbness attack to his mind paralyzed his limbs. He lost. Neither did Rafeeq.

He merges Night into Day, and he merges Day into Night, and he has subjected the sun and the moon (to his Law): each one runs its course for a term appointed. Such is Allah your Lord: to Him belongs all Dominion. And those whom ye invoke besides Him have not the least power.

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The silent prayer reverberated like an unidentified humming echo. And please, he didn’t want this last imaginary pillar to be dissolved, like the stars and the moon and the days he had seen before his eyes.

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Anonymous said…
Dear owner,

i have sent you a message via email and do check your inbox..

as i explained in the email, I didn't intend to misuse or copy or you name it anything, since I used the words bcos I thought all those words are flexible and modifiable by others..

it was used in a different way not in exact phrases and it connotes different manifestations not as similar as yours..it can be explained this way,

"I am reading a book or a writing or something else, and I find it interesting to be used by me, and it indicates a resemblance of the entry I was about to write, so, I decided to use the words NOT INTENDING to copy or what, just because I thought it would best describe the whole scenario".

if I do offend you, my apologies.
All I can say is that your writings inspired me but may be I was wrong
for using those words without you knowing or without changing a bit.

sorry for everything.

Because I know its my mistakes and perhaps you'll get offended and claiming that it was an illegal doing, so I have deleted all the related entries...do check and inform me in case I have not...

I am a law student and I know, this infringes the copyright thingy and stuff, but trust me, my truly admission for being the guilty party.

sorry :(
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