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Lonely voice by Arabian Oud {R}

It's a rainy morning, it's 11:41 am on a Friday and I am sitting in the T.V. room, over looking the window, I watch the storm. The thunderstorm takes place, slowly I begin to hum and I walk towards to the garden in the backyard. Then those words flow : " Without you, I fell in love with an angel, who broke my heart over night, he said he would be there forever, but he left me middle of the road. There's no true love and care in this world. Without you, I am so incomplete, I know this is a repeat. My heart's pounding and I am deserted."

As I keep singing away and head back my next door neighbour hears me sing, she was coincidentally in her garden, she called out my name and as always asked me how I was and that I shouldn't stay out in the garden for long or else I would drench. But despite her warning, I went out again and by then the storm had gone worse, I drenched myself deliberately & started singing out in pain. It was almost as my tears had stop weeping, but now through my voice ,my heart is crying out loud in the rain. The rapid flow of rain kept causing a pause, while I was singing, my body felt cold and I kept resisting this pressure from nature. I refused to leave. Then finally, I left only to return again in my madness. I have never felt so helpless & isolated in my life. I don't have the energy to even work, it takes me forever to think right, this Friday is suppose to be a day when I can regain my lost power, it is supposed to be a blessed day but today seems a decree from the Almighty Lord,, who is giving out a strong sign to his fellow humans, to learn from this thunderstorm, to stop killing the innocent, to stop being vain, to stop being selfish,to repent for their sins, to stop doing all that He has not asked us humans to do. And my Lord has always given us signs in the form of floods, earthquakes, calamities and so on.


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