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Under the Shadow of Sins.

Short story By: denada
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AS I walked alone through the shadow of my sins, from far away I could hear the echo of my prayers. I suddenly stopped; it was my soul that begged for mercy. I walked a little bit further into the next step to be taken and I was surprised with the time that had gone. From far away I could hear the rhythm of time, that weird tic-tac that I never realized before.


Submitted:Oct 12, 2009    Reads: 142    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


AS I walked alone through the shadow of my sins, from far away I could hear the echo of my prayers. I suddenly stopped; it was my soul that begged for mercy. I walked a little bit further into the next step to be taken and I was surprised with the time that had gone. From far away I could hear the rhythm of time, that weird tic-tac that I never realized before.

Time has been so fatal through the years that went by doing nothing but complaining about the challenges of life. Time it was gone like a late guest that couldn't be able to reach for the last scene of its own drama, and now it could just see the curtain that were closing. AS I turning my head back I could see the fogginess of my doings. Over there I could discern every little thing that has passed by in fully silence, the gladness of every moment that had fulfilled the goblet of my soul with a right doing and that hasted moment that the sinful evil had invited me with a wrong doing.
I continued walking like a somnambulist that had just been coming from an infernal night in which even the moon couldn't be seen. I couldn't even seen the brightness of the stars coming out of the sky, but deep down my soul there was something else brightening me.
I set next to that sidewalk on that antic rocky place and over there I could touch part of my heart as it used to be before. Hopeless, forgotten somewhere between xhennet and xhehenem , thirsty for that precious street of xhennet, exactly there in the middle of that light I didn't knew from where it was coming from, right there I turned from east and through that infernal night I could see the greatest light and the greatest faith my soul was able to carry.
As the eyes of my mind started to shed some repentance tears that slowly started to create some cannels inside my heart, through the walls of my soul it started to spread the notes of the sounds ALLAH, and while this happened they started to be slammed through all the existing corners placing them self really deep down there, with no repentance, no doubts and no fear. Over there I had found my self alone with my creator and this had fulfilled me while I started to put life and death into a meaning that equaled my own existence on this planet.
As I bowed to worship ALLAH I looked beyond everything as I reached the name
ALLAH EKBER…




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