A cloud of doubt gathers above, as if it will drop upon my head. I stood, with shaking legs and cowardly heart.
It is a beautiful morning. Light flooding my heart; darkness vanishes just as it came in Mogrib. My secrets are now in open. Ugly little secrets. Shame! Naked I am, before the morning, and its maker.
A cloud of doubt gathers above, as if it will drop upon my head. I stood, with shaking legs and cowardly heart.
A voice within spoke gently. Tell the world your ugly secrets and be free! Yes, I have a secret to tell. Ugly and tormenting. But I am proud of it.
My secret is this: I am weak and proud. I can do nothing alone. God is the reason behind my strength and the Sun illuminating my heart. He beautify my ugliness!
At the point of confession, the cloud of doubt vanishes, and the rain of hope drench my skin. I am renewed. Good morning reality!
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