It was late.
And dark. Very dark.
The wind howled, viciously tearing leaves off desperate branches..
He clambered onto the creaky chair and pressed his nose against the foggy window pane, his pale hands gripping the wet glass, tracing the drops as they streamed down, reflecting the salty tears trickling from his own haunted eyes.
The rain crashed down in forceful torrents,
splattering on the roof of the cluttered room he once called home.
The boy scoured the street which was lit bronze with dim lamposts, searching for someone, anyone. His golden- brown eyes drifted up to the cloudy sky, void of any stars. Back down on Earth, it was the same, not a single soul in sight.
‘Who will help me’ he croaked, a painful lump in his throat.
‘Who?’ he slumped down the wall exhausted, burying his face in his small hands.
Awww beautiful… 😥 mA
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JazakAllah . 😔❤
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Powerful… I can feel the distress. It is just too painful. I mean it is sad to see lonely people, but to see lonely children, it is just unbearable…
You described it so well, sister. And I love the title “abandoned souls”.
May Allah help them.
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So true Sis 😦 Aw ty! Ameeen x
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Wow. Whenever I read your posts I’m struck with this longing to write as good as you! Masha Allah you are so good! I felt that, and imagined that. Wow.
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Thats so kind of you!! I really tried to create the atmosphere so Im soo pleased you felt it 😩💙💜 Aww you write beautifully tho x
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Allah the most kind and merciful is there to hold every broken heart. He is the only one Who cares
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Of course! He surely sees everything and is taking care of broken hearts.
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true, alhamdolillah
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A Beautiful post, loved it! 🙂
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Tysm ❤
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❤
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You’re so talented – this was heartbreaking. ❤
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Thank you ever so much 💔💔
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Wow, just wow, The story had sinister feel to it, we could have interpreted it any way we wanted, this story is a gem really.
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Aw tysm! I’m so happy you understood perfectly, as first I wanted to do it of children suffering from domestic abuse, alcoholic parents and neglect..then I thought no its about orphans of war so yess its open to interpration! X
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Wow. What a tale. I love reading vivid anecdotes within poetry. I could see it with such imagery. Ma sha Allah sister.
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JazkAllah khayr!! 😶😶❤
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Waiyyaki. 😊
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………. 😶
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Ohhhh WOOOWW
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woww! this is touching!
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Ahh jazakAllah khair!! x
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Wa anthum Jazzakh Allah khairran ! 😀
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Beautiful!!! What you write is so powerful. I read it once and then I read it again the second time. This time, to absorb every word….
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O my jazakAllah sister! Appreciate it x
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