Her Smile . . .

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Submitted: October 31, 2011

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Submitted: October 31, 2011

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HER SMILE

 

 

Preface

Things only go the way God WANTS them to be. Only the way God WANTS them to be. You can’t change it, just like Paulo Coelho says that “it is written ‘maktub’”. Things happen, nobody cares if it’s pain your going to go through or it’s a suffering, it’s just you’ll have to face it. that’s what life is. the only solution to go through life is to approve with the fact that whatever you feel, it’s pain, agony, melancholy or a beautiful happiness; you’ll have to accept and allow it the way it is and never complain to God. because i learned this little lesson in the book “the one above” that what we resist persists but what we allow dissolves. so accept and allow. accept and allow the life the way it is, i practiced this fact for some days and whenever a suffering came, i whispered to my self “accept and allow” the pain magically disapperared. make it a rule of your life. trust me.

 

A gush of wind blew her hair tickling her face. she tucked them on the back of her ears and wept a tear. the fainting darkness was fused with a hint of pink in the sky from the view out of her window. the stars sprinkled in the sky were shining brightly. hale sat on the side of her window, gazing the bautiful sky in rapture-alone. she wished she could be a star, a star which all alone shine so bright in the dark all over surroundng it. then she thought how foolish she is to make such wishes. her mind suddenly threw the scenes in her mind, the views of the dark days of her life. one by one, all the sufferings lined up.  more and more tears dropping down. a sob escaped so badly. she was just so weak. so much sentiment was there to be felt. how much she got used to crying that it was a very petty routine now. she sometimes wanted to cry her self beccause she liked it. she just liked lonliness and darkness so much. God protect her. bruises covered her arm. absurdity. life is miserable. that’s what she thought. she wished so much she could go back in time and change what ever she did. but when does fantasy exist?

she failed in maths, she lost a life impacting friend, AND SHE made all the wrong choices she shouldn’t HAVE MADE.

two months before, everything seemed so new, everyday was a new beginning. she was so glad, such a beautiful feeling she felt. she thought and hoped that everything from that day will change. she left and betrayed a friend to improve what she’s losing. she felt as if she was born yesterday. but after so much hardwork, so much hope after the previous suffering was all a waste. nothing but rubbish. all that she hoped for … NEVER HAPPENED. every time she sets her goal with a brand new hope, it’s always a waste. and atlast, the consequences were infront of her; she failed in maths, worser than the last time, she betrayed such a lovely friend and now, nothing feels as if it changed. she abandoned her hopes for a new beginning and cried all the angriness out. she was infuriated at herself for building such hopes for a good future, if she never had hope, nothing would have caused her such melancholy. she felt as if time betrayed her.

 

Hale  smiled. laughed at the foolishness she created last night. Life’s much better with sufferings. she had internal peace. nothing seemed wrong. she breathed in cold air. everything felt so right. she hugged her friend and exclaimed how much she loves God. she smiled, she knew no one can’t find a rewind button or undo button for life. she accepted the fact that the suffering she suffered were written in her life’s storybook. she can’t remove the facts. if she never failed in maths she never would have knew that for truly assimilating a study and learning factor, she has to practice it. she only knew this when her friend told her that all sufferings are here to awaken us, all sufferings are lessons in disguise.


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