No matter how much sincere you’re with your cause, sometimes screaming for the truth, waving for the right direction & writing for it can only be vilification of the pen. Yes, you guess me right. I’m depressed again on not getting the ensues for what I started writing and my words are getting useless and useless.
Sometimes you feel that giving up is the best option or you’re trying to sow at a wrong place. I feel pity for myself and for those who’re trying to win a useless game. I feel sorry. Life is a random place. You get different output for the same input. Surrounded by biased people, surrounded by deaf people, I feel useless, I feel helpless, I feel that end of the story will not be gorgeous. It cannot be gorgeous. But, do give me the credit of making the story unforgettable. But, the credit is reserved to God.
May Allah give you the power of words.