Game begines ,Game ends ,
From its begin till its end;we are in it .
We didn't know how to begin or how to end the game, but we had to play till the end.
Because we are always obligated to play this game ; the beating game.
The game whose main rules are to suffer till death, and suffer till you lose your soul
If you want to play,you should own three things;
suffer
pain
tears
Don't be astonished , they are the rules to start the game.
Now , we start the game with pure heart , lovely smile and
innocent soul and childish dream because we don't know what will happen next , we just enjoying our time.
During the game;
The heart , the smile , the soul and the dream are about to change .
When we look at the mirror after some times from starting the game, we will see the phantom of someone we know. This one is no longer found after this game .
Its like the eyes of stone observe the trend.
Everyone of us begin to ask himself or herselfe the followings ;
Where is my soul gone?!
Is it gone with my suffing, or with my pain, or with my tears? !
Why did these there things own my soul?!
Why did I suffer?!
Why did I have this pain? !
Why did I shed rivers of tears ?!
Why did I hate the people who love me , and love the ones who hate me?!
Why did I deceive? !
Why am I decieved ?!
Why did I fight ?!
Why did our beloved become our enemies? !
Why did our blood betray us ?!
Why did they thrustin our hearts ?!
Why did the thrustin come from the people who are supposed they may die for us ?!
Why did those people differeniate between us and the one we love ?!
Because of what ?!
Because of jealous !
Because of envay !
Because of the destroying desire that moved them!
Or because they suffer befor and want all people suffer like them !
There’s no control
Evil owns thier soul
how fearful this thing is!.
They looked like angels,but they weren't.
They have an evilish mask which they hid under the anglish one.
They deceived us by their lovely smile, sweet words, and of course unreal love.
We were foolish till the time we knew the truth.
Till the time of the shock .
Till the time when all the masks fell , and the actual face appeared.
At this time we no longer who we are .
The simple burgeon ,the innocence child which we were were gone.
They killed us under the name of love
Now
The child becomes adult,
The heart becomes stone,
The burgeon becomes flower surrounded by thorns
We look like angels ,but we do not because of our pain
As a summer flower sways with the wind but the flower hurt when you touch it because it fulls alot of thorns now
During the time of shock;
we scream , cry, and repeat the similar question why, why, why he or she did that although we didn't do any bad thing to that person .
On the contrary ,we do our best to win his or her satisfaction.
We still repeat this sentence many thousands of times why he or she does that although we don't do bad thing to him or her.
You are going to be crazy.
We hate ourselves ,hate the heart that love that person and want to destroy this heart because it loved the false person.
We want to be rough and tough, but we can not.We shriek ascream ,but no one hears our scream.We want to cry,but our eyes dries now. Because they sheded
all the tears they had . But there is one tear which has bitter taste which we keep it forever.
We will never forget this taste because it remembers us how our pain is hard , how we can not stand the pain which cut our heart.
We will swear to change, swear to make this person suffer till his or her death.
But suddenly, we discover we can not destroy him or her because we still love him or her.
This is the disaster to love the person who want to destroy you ,love the person who broke your heart , love the person who make you live like dead people , love the person who take your smile , love the person who decieve you , love the person who make your soul suffer , love the person who make you cry and cry .
We try to change ,try to be rough more than now, try to back oue smile ,we can not.
We try and try and try to just draw a smile but in vain.
Our smile becomes artificial We no longer have this kind heart. A stony one replace it, because the kind one went with the wind The kind heart has no longer found. The kind heart left his or her body . The kind heart left his or her soul . The kind heart is dead. the kind heart becomes a memory .
We know all these things will be a memory; a bad one we will remeber in the future. We will remember our beloveds , our bloods who betray us.
We will remember it because you keep your suffering from pain in your heart.
BUT
One day, the people who make us sheded the tears,will need us . But we will refuse to help them. They come to us to remove this bad memory; but they can not.
They want to come back the time; but in vain,because time does not back it always passes .
In this day the game is about to over.
We will realize that the game must end it doesnt last forever.
We will realize that our right back to us.
But when it backs after what;
After the young becomes old
After the beauty becomes ugly
After the truth becomes imagination
Afterthe good becomes bad
After the innocence is killed
There is no recover after tears are mixed with blood
It is a complex situation ,when we lose our trust,when we realize that we are alone. We don not know to whome to resort.
but
Finally , at the end of the game ; we discover our friend , our lover whome we always resort to.We resort to the one who keeps our secrts , we resort to the One who loves us , we resort to the One who gives us the power to overcome our pain and sadness , we resort to the One who forgives our sins .We resort to Allah who has the power to solve this struggle.
He is the only One Who gives us the power and patient
befor those people,Who always helps us when we are in need .
We should always remember that Allah backs our rights to us .Our rights may be late . Our rights may come in our life or life after death .But we are sure they will come at the end ; at the appropriate time
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