I.
MOHAMMED
AUTHOR
It is a challenge ?
Meeting different people from all walks of life at various events all over the country where Spirtiual Islamic Scholars remove Sehr from an individual who have this evil curse done on them.
I have decided to write the stories of these people, I believe everybody should know what Sehr does to you and the evil people who do it.
It is a challenge, as in most instances I have been left exhausted mentally and physically by the very upsetting and tragic stories.
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I Look at the clock at the furniture shop where I work, “Great 6pm and 9th September 2021, nice, today, today I am….today I am going to do it, I can’t carry on this too much I need to kill myself I will kill myself, enough is enough, the failures the embarrassment I need to end my life as this is the only way out otherwise these thoughts are going to destroy me”. As I leave work my manager tells me, ‘See you tomorrow Hamza, Khuda Hafiz.’
‘Khuda Hafiz’, (goodbye and God bless). I look at him and laugh thinking to myself, ”no you won’t because I am going to kill myself today... and if I kill myself today then who are you going to see tomorrow?”
I rush home driving really fast so happy that today is the day I am going to get rid of all my memories and nothing is going to bother me as I am going to be dead in a couple of hours and be relaxing in my grave, goodbye to this damned world and everything that is in it, thank god. I park my car and walk straight to my bedroom. I have a good look around my room. I then take the belt out of my trousers and put it around my neck and tie the other end against the door hanger and drop my body,
“Amazing, I am going to die, now you can’t get me,... enough whispers, I don’t belong in this world, I am going to be in a grave in a couple of moments..happy place.”
I can’t breathe any more but I am happy that it’s only a couple of more seconds, I can’t feel anything anymore, I can’t see anything…but I am happy…,”yes.. yes”,....just then the image of my youngest son comes right in front of me and I stop.
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