Thursday, 31 March 2016


That's how the female is, when you hurt her she cries, and even if she hurts you, she cries.

She was standing, but she was breaking inside. She wore a mask and held back her tears. She kept it on the inside, because that's the safest place to hide. For the ones she loves she hid all her fears. The only time she could cry was when she looked up to the sky, because with Allah, she doesn’t need to pretend like she's too strong.

To stand straight after the stumble, to rise again from the rubble, to soar high after a struggle. That is: survival. 

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