Hurt...


She talks about me as if I cannot hear.

She looks irritated when I talk.

 

 She questions my every word.

And nothing I do is ever good enough. No encouragement what so ever.

And the sad part is we are both Muslims, praying to the same GOD.

You used to be close to me. We used to pray together and chit chat about life.

Have I done something so wrong to you? Have I hurt or offended you in any way?
If I did, It must be my own stupidity that I didnt notice.

Do I owe you my existence?

Its hurts lah....I am here to do my work. I am still learning. I am not in anyway more superior that you. I am not disturbing your rice bowl.

I want to learn from you.

So why do you hate me so much? ............

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