When I was 11 years old, I lost my little sister
Saliha was overwhelmed by grief when her sister passed away
"After every hardship, comes ease."
Saliha, 18
"Never struggle alone; always reach out and remain hopeful."
When I was 11 years old, I lost my little sister.
In her memory, I wrote a poem of my struggles and my relief to share with the world.
When I got the call, I felt my heart break apart.
I felt myself slipping away and forever drowning in the darkness.
I cried and cried, until I could no more.
Overwhelmed, I fell deeper and deeper;
with no hope of escaping the darkness
of my own heart and soul.
Until… someone pulled me out,
gave me a hug and reassured me,
that hope is never lost and that light never fades.
I was filled with light again.
My heart was mended with closure.
And now, I have hope that no matter the obstacle,
I will overcome it, for after every hardship,
comes ease.
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