Imagine Shaytan’s campaign dancing across your television screen.
“He’ll never give up on you. He’ll keep whispering until he’s sure that you won’t enter Paradise. Are you wavering over whether or not to fall into desire? He’ll be there!”
On the hard ground she lay,
A thing forgotten, left to decay,
Her chest heaving up and down,
Her heart beating, but she could hear no sound.
A tear slid down ever so slowly,
Never before had she felt so lonely.
As if to fall within the folds…