All is not lost - SALSABIILA

The story ended peacefully.. The hero sat with the background of a panoramic scene, pondering his next go, after the tale that he rode broke down unexpectedly.. Broke down in the midst of prayers going up to heaven and then coming down in various forms of beautiful gifts, presents and prizes.. Seeing the prayers and the gifts and the presents and the prizes, he felt strong again.. Ready to move on, ignoring the pain of losing a heroine that vanished into thin air..

Yes.. The heroine vanished into thin air.. After three moons and 20 stars passed by, she was swept away by a hurricane, so strong that she broke into pieces, broke into dust.. It would take a miracle hand to paste together all the pieces, or to collect all the dust, to make one body of her again..

'I must go on - finding a body to hug and to cherish and to care for, getting a pair of feet to stroll together with mine in the park, searching for a pair of hands to match mine.. I must go on.. With Allah's will, I will find them..'

There he went - the hero - to a destination, unknown to no one that he knew.. He said he only needed prayers from those who knew him.. He told me.. That he walked off.. As fast as the wind.. As calm as the breeze..

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calmer than the breeze
stronger than the hurricane
that's what u r
destined for the better

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