*✿═══════════════✿* *Winged wings* *Part: Two* http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2022/07/blog-post.html *✿═══════════════✿* http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Did they come for me again...? Seeing them, my hands and feet are shaking, lips are kissing each other.... The sky looks dark. The sound of my crying is outsideI kept my mouth shut to keep it from coming and watched what was going on outside. Beats and grips are going on... But with words there is also going on! It is clear that they do not understand each other. The language of the forest is different. The police burst into the forest with a different siren sounding and they are trying to hide themselves somewhere, they have caught most of the people behind them. Forest dwellers and policeis talking about something. Then they seem to be walking towards me. They brought me out from inside the cave. Even though the police did not know my language, I spoke some English and signed it. I had boarded the car with them. My eyes are watering just thinking about it... To be honest, I don't even have the qualifications to cry. A long days and months, forgetting those who raised and raised all the comforts like gold for twenty years.When you come down with those who have only success all year round... how much their hearts are broken... how much their dreams are broken... who forgot all their suffering and come like this for self-love then what qualification do they have to cry. This and their curse. If they don't apologize with words, their tears will not fall as a curse... They made all arrangements for me to go home. So my family left without a complaintR took me home... They signed my tears without remembering that I hurt them in my pain... Even though I am determined to go to study, I am still afraid to go out of this house and room... When I go out, there are people who look at me and ask me on my face... Am I not the son of the Ottomans who jumped... What can I say... Not on their side, but on my side. Wrong... My father's head, who walked in front of everyone, was in front of themI took it down and drank it all... The salat that was kind to the lips got cut somewhere... I even forgot to perform the prayer... Astahfitllah... Lord, please forgive me... I have forgotten you, please forgive me... Night and day are both dark in front of me now... Nothing has the courage to come down and turn. A half-baked degree should be written...then study something and do a good jobMust get... But! The call and the question is to jump wherever you go... no matter how much courage you muster. When you hear it, everything will flow away... honey I wiped my tears after calling her and turned my face towards her. "Bapa has told me to go somewhere near here to study... Don't go too far and to a good place to come and go... When Umm said that, I was very happy... Umm was the one who opposed it the most... She told me not to go anywhere anymore...After seeing my sitting... Alhamdulillah... *to be continued* *✍🏻mihras koduvally* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ *ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾