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The wind was so strong dancing the trees in a rhythmic motion. The moon was hovered slightly by a mist of clouds, but yet it could be seen, seen to world, especially our world. My eyes would never leave the moons light, not because of its spherical astonishing shape, or its chiseled dents that were slightly evident making it seem as if it has a face, but as its light emitted down towards an absolute flower. The flower had a faith, but faith is never something to allow it to bloom easily, it will surrender through thunderstorm, rain, dryness, droughts, but at the end, it will shine, blossoming its petals showing the power it has overcome. If not, at least it was worth something to this peace of world, it gave beauty, happiness, and love – that is who she is. The only difference between the two beauties is that the flower is alone, but she is not.
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The Neurologist's Love
SpiritualA story about a 24-years-old Muslim Girl living a typical pakistani life as a doctor. She is faced with discrimination, and hatred but that won't stop her from doing things in what she believes in, instead she tries to move foreword 'almost everyone...
