The sound of the Koran playing, turning my world into one of the middle east. Terror. Pain. Pity.
300 muslims a day.


Mom sleeping on my bed. Dead.

The next Surah is played as my thoughts start to flutter.



Someone told me before that when you die, you will have this strong thirst. A thirst so strong a thousand seas won't quench it. A thirst so dry that your throat will peel like the bark of a tree. Well, the devil will offer you a drink. If you dont take the drink you go to heaven. You do, you go to hell. As easy as that.


This is not meant to be taken literally so I didn't.



I have failed it. God please forgive me.
This is too hard. Come on.





Dad got the same test many years back. He chose the right path and here he is now. Sigh.
I must not give up now...step at a time. Step. at. a. time.