I call it an honor, Alhamdulillah, because the amount of action on the screen did elevate my spirits. If you knew the Love Allah has for you, you would cry an endless ocean. So, Hua kuch yun, l.

I want to say something nice to you. Light like a feather, comforting like a raindrop. Like night, your own. I want to let you hide how you want to. But I also want to help you come out of your hole and be,. What you want to be. I want to gift you all the courage in the world,.

In the Name of Faith. Those who in the name of Faith embrace illusion,. Does not boast of his religion;. With reverence he lights the lamp of Reason. And pays his homage not to scriptures,. But to the good in man. The bigot insults his own religion. When he slays a man of another faith. Conduct he judges not in the light of Reason;. And worships the devil in the name of God.

Books are a uniquely portable magic. More bookish fun on Facebook! And we have a winner! Now that your votes yielded no winner, we have put both the titles in the random picker once again, and it picked An Abundance Of Katherines. 8220; Katherine V thought boys were gross. Katherine X just wanted to be friends. Katherine XVIII dumped him in an e-mail.

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I had this story on a back-burner so I decided to dust it off and finish it. It is very different from my usual writing style. Let me know what you think of it. What happened to you? You used to be so vibrant. And now you are left with the drab colours of hospital gowns. You used to appreciate different scenic landscapes.

Bless me with pain, I want to feel alive. Bless me with tears, I need to cry out. Bless me with love, I want to shine. Bless me to pray, to push this void. Bless me to beat despair, to breathe in. Bless me to write, to live once again. Bless me a fresh start, to wake up my. Please bless me with pain, I want to live. Words are out of my grip. My fingers have stopped writing. The struggle I had to do, to write such less words, was very hard on me.

Girl Who Writes The Golden Notebook. The answers tear me apart but yes I have to ask that question again and again to hate myself more. Hatred is better than Love. Love? It has become a useless word. Sincerity, respect and honesty is everything.

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