Hope was dying. Her bruise was soul-deep. An existence that was mutilated by an open-house of attackers. She was stabbed by hypocrites, kicked by liars, slapped by the wretched. Her life begged for release. One drop of blood after another, she lost herself. How can you fix a soul when there’s no blood left?
And then Faith came along. Like a tickling breeze of reassurance. Like a cold sip of water on a scorching day. Like the embrace of a loved one. Like the welcoming ear of a stranger. Like a shy beam of sunlight, peaking through sinister clouds. Like an unseen hand nudging towards the right path.
Hope opened her eyes again. A flame of promise shone through the ashes. An ocean of gloom surrendered. She took her first step. Then there was light. Glistening like a million fairies dancing beneath the moonlit skies.
Nida Khan Writes 
I like this:
“Like an unseen hand nudging towards the right path.”
It reminds me of this:
“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.’” Isaiah 30:21
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Thankyou so much for reading:)
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This is so beautifully composed!
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Thanks a bunch:)!
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I’ve been there.
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I suppose we all have:). Thanks for sharing.
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Wow. Such a beautiful personification of these delicate emotions. You’ve woven your words so gorgeously. Thank you so much for sharing with us. xx
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And thank you for taking out the time to read:)!
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