"Come on, try again!" he said while I was giving up. He was asking some dumb things and it really gave me a headache.
"You don't understand, I was born here!" I yelled back. I didn't understand what he was trying to do.
"No you're not!"
"I am!"
"Don't you have a family? Don't you have siblings? Likings? Like, what is your favourite colour?!" he yelled back at me. That caught me off guard. These words.. They were so, so familiar yet so far.
"What are you trying to do.." I whispered. I didn't want him to be angry. My hands were sweaty because I knew what was going to happen. But when he saw me shaking, he sighed and smiled at me.
"Look, I am not going to hurt you, okay? I would never, and I mean never, hurt you. No one has the right to hurt you. Just trust me" he said. His voice.. It just gave me such a weird feeling. I felt like this, all of this, was not true. Like, that I didn't belong here. I needed it. I needed to believe him.
"What's the plan?" I said without realizing..
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Very short, but I have to go to school in a few minutes, sorry.
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I'm Miracle (Islamic Story)
Spiritual{Completed} My name is Miracle. I got that name when I was fourteen. I can't remember my family. I can't remember my friends. I can't remember anything from the past. Do I even have a past? Where was I born? Who are my parents? What did I like? Did...
