Unable to continue any further, she fell to her knees. A long drawn prayer escaped her lips, “I will not continue to live in shame, I refuse to.Either it’s a life of honor and dignity or nothing. I will not, I will not”. It was a supplication and yet none off her words were submissive. It was as if her soul was on fire and she wanted her cries to pierce through space and carry each laden word to His throne.
She had paid heavily for the gamble, paid for it with her soul. She gripped the soil in her hands as she spread them on the ground, palms upturned like those of a beggar, she begged and then felt them forming into clenched fists." The sun will rise in the east and set in the west but not without Your will. Turn this dreary night into a bright day, let the sun of a new day throw its light on my dark soul, let me be risen from these ashes like the Phoenix. Dear God, help me, help me attack this jabberwocky and slay him, for he has me as captive in his tower of shame. Let my sins melt away and purgate me. ”
"Give me a sign", she whispered," give me a sign", she moaned.
At the exact moment when she raised her head from the ground, she felt the oppressive weight crushing her soul lifting, making way for light and she knew then. He had heard and He had accepted.
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