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--> Do you ever think how amazing a child could be? They are little creature, yet They are so smart. We’re praying to have them, We wish they exist in our lives, we take advantage of the joy they brought in this life, they give us the experience of no one will ever tell us. Then when they grew up, we make them feel guilty for ever being born, for ever being chosen when it’s actually 100% our control. We make them repay us. We make them as in we save them in this world. When in fact, they are not. They saved us. Not the other way around. *This is the disclaimer. I’m not literally a parent who gave birth. So, this is an empathic and sympathy feeling I got from meeting, loving, watching my niece and nephews grow. I do want to have a child on my own. Oh no, it’s children. I want to have it lots. Because I think they bring joy. Don’t they? But this is what I see: People believe, children don’t lie. Why do you think they don’t lie? Because...

Do you ever feel like you’re trapped in condition and commitment you never signed up for? Do you ever doing routine instead of something exciting every single day, and you don’t even know why you are there? Do you ever feel like have a half identity filled in even before you speak? I do. And that’s why I quitted. I’m a Muslim girl. At heart. At birth. Raised in a very perfect family, I could say -in an Islamic family also. I grew up understanding what is God, why is God. What is Jesus, what is Buddha. My Father was a theolog, I could say. He was preaching God, to all human kind in this world. LOL, No JK.. only to his students. But the thing that no one ever guessed, and wonder was; Both of my parents are very open to the idea of anything. My father is a Muslim, but he read the Bible. The thing that we remember about our father (We: Avesena the siblings), Islam is the peace. We create and generate peace. If you don’t feel so, you are doing it ...