The world in which I hid

[أحمد بوفاريك]

The world in which I hid
By: A. B

Everyone have his own world, where he hid, where he relief, where he feel safe. But this world it change from a person to other, some of us his own world is music, others just close his room and create that world, there are who go to beach or maybe forest, some of us go and take a book and start reading, those are my close neighbors, in fact my world is so different
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My world is a copybook, with a pencil, with those tools I start create my own world, I start writing about everything, about my past, the sadness that I lived, my happy days, even the normal days, I write also about my present, I like enjoying my moment, but the most important chapter is my future, even I know that my Allah, was in charge of my future, but I can not stop worrying about the future, I do my best planning to a best future, sometimes I get success and other times I failed, but this failed for this moment it didn't kill me, so it makes me stronger, I feel strong until the storm came, when it came it make the boat going left and some right, unfortunately I will be lost that time, so I always pray Allah to take me always far of any storm, I still remember that time when my heart saw death and start becoming hard as a solid stone, it was a really strong storm, I can not explain that feeling, when I put my feet in the peace land again
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It will come the time when I will write about everything I did, everything I want to do, about things that I will never do, until that time, I try to stay away from storms, because this time of year is the perfect season for storms
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A. B