Saturday, February 21, 2009
55 Fiction: The Nameless Messenger
I was born to my parents, and grew up without them. I wanted to view the world. I worked hard, for myself, and helped others like me. Some called me a messenger of God, but the God failed me. I couldn’t fulfill my dream to go abroad because I never had an ID Proof.
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