1 Trauma or Sins CHP 1 Alisha Azfar

The delicate, pastel hues dried in Areeba's confounding life. What wasn't right with her? For what reason would she say she isn't ready to seek after what she needed? She is a well known artist, she has adoring fans everywhere throughout the world, has magnificence and ability . What is that she is absent? She shut her eyes and lay strongly on the bed. She saw herself moving and spinning in a lovely and heavenly dress, she wore adornments inserted with valuable gems and a crown made of unadulterated gold. Individuals pantomimed blowing kisses of affection as she moved gently on her toes, however at that point, something got her lower legs. She fallen and tumbled down. There was a thick, flaky snake around her lower legs, in its eyes she could see an unadulterated indication of caution. She stood up, attempting to move again and immediately, the snake doved his harmful canines into her tissue. Areeba woke up with a beginning. Her eyes were as quiet as the grave, and afterward simply out of the blue , tears began spouting out of her vacant eyes. She cried quietly, and melancholy, grief spilled out of her heart in a spout of excruciating tears. It was some time before she lay intensely on the bed.

She was in a display, yet this was no conventional presentation. It showed calligraphies of Allah's names. Those calligraphies talked about the Greatness of Allah and His kindness. On the off chance that one looked carefully, they indicated the genuine significance of Allah's manifestations and His associations with them. They were so ethereal, yet they conveyed a message less conveyed by many. They conveyed the message of strict and common issues be that as it may, interestingly. Each letter indicated the relationship shared by a spirit with its maker. It was more radiant than what a heart could bear. Areeba felt a touch so delicate on her spirit that she began detesting herself. Her eyes loaded up with tears of absolution. She took a gander at herself in a mirror and tossed her sack on her appearance. She needed to feel the agony she saw. She needed her fans to detest her. By what means can she not understand what she is and what she ought to have been? Areeba battled with her soul, brain and heart. Confounded in numerous things, she fell oblivious!

Areeba opened her eyes in her own room. The room was heartily lit by a popping fire in the chimney. She gazed at the glinting blazes of the fire, which gave warmth. She saw the flames extending towards her. She shouted as they snatched her and tore her from the bed. She was being hauled into the chimney. Areeba began battling with her body, yet totally went futile. She was tossed in the savagely consuming fire! She shouted at the top of her voice, yet nobody even went to her room's entryway. She was there alone to put inappropriate things right. She raced to the lavatory and made ablution . The following second she was perched on the supplication tangle, asking removed gushing from her pained eyes. She asked absolution from the most kind, Allah. It was not some time before she felt a warm gleam in her heart. A fulfillment began to spread in her spirit. She hurled out a tranquil murmur, and tears of bliss streamed out of her quiet eyes.