When all of the lights were out... by Nir Twayna (books for 6 year olds to read themselves .txt) 📖

you." She turned around and left me. She did not turned around. I was also being unable to hold myself. I did not realize it but my eyes were not dry either. I watched her leaving. She never tried to contact me after that. Some occasions, we met on the way but she always turned away from me. Now I can feel how much she hates me.

I feel very stupid for this. Now that I cannot dare even to I am sorry. I have something terrible. There is no way she could forgive me. There is no way god can forgive me.  I have disobeyed the god's order over the order given some stupid priests in the name of god. I seriously want to curse these priests who spoke in the name of god but I doubt whether they really spoke for god. Had I been this much analytic back then, my story would be something else. But now I guess, I will have atone for this my whole life. I accept it for what I have done.

Preface

 

When one sees no way out, it always is because one refuses to see the way. There is always a way. One simply needs will to see.

 

The biggest bluff we all believe is "Life is ours, and we live it our way." But the reality is that life is created by others in our surroundings. If we fail to acknowledge them, we fail to see the joy of life. We are created by the perspects of others toward us. We work hard to create good perspect of ourselves among others. That is how we are ccreated

 

In my experience, most of the people build the world around themselves and want everyone to act as he wants and wants everything to go their way. They fail to see that they are also in peripheri of many others world. The world would not act as they want and they see everything to be in jeopardy. This actually leads to ddepression

 

The stories in this book are based on my observations in my neighbourhood and their identities are kept anonymous. The stories are written in first person. I hope you will enjoy reading it

 

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Imprint

Text: Nir Twayna
Publication Date: 01-22-2019

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Dedication:
Dedicated to my dearest wife SALINA.