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on a sunday afternoon a baby girl was born and so life had begun for a seldom creature God's miracle stepped into a place where her very presence would change the world forever they felt it after 3 years something was different a girl of such immaculate beauty remained from speaking a word and so they gave her time to come into her own but time passed on and the girl never spoke a word no one could figure why there were doctors there were tests there were places to go but nothing seemed to awaken the silence people watched her as she wrote in her very own a book full of secrets to an identity so fragile not even a fire nor a flood could destroy such an image of perfection and with this she held it close the girl was truly mesmerizing strangers stared and when they attempted to speak to her a smile was the only answer for the mystery of awe seemed to disguise itself ' in the body of an angel until one day on a sunday afternoon a boy was born and a girl looked down into her very arms and whispered quietly into the ear of her son "maktub" she said
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
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on a sunday afternoon a baby girl was born and so life had begun for a seldom creature God's miracle stepped into a place where her very presence would change the world forever they felt it after 3 years something was different a girl of such immaculate beauty remained from speaking a word and so they gave her time to come into her own but time passed on and the girl never spoke a word no one could figure why there were doctors there were tests there were places to go but nothing seemed to awaken the silence people watched her as she wrote in her very own a book full of secrets to an identity so fragile not even a fire nor a flood could destroy such an image of perfection and with this she held it close the girl was truly mesmerizing strangers stared and when they attempted to speak to her a smile was the only answer for the mystery of awe seemed to disguise itself ' in the body of an angel until one day on a sunday afternoon a boy was born and a girl looked down into her very arms and whispered quietly into the ear of her son "maktub" she said
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
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