Names of God always give me warmth and comfort. Surely the righteous will be in the midst of gardens and springs, receiving what their Lord will give them; as they used to do good, before that.
Life is strange. Who would have thought ten years ago that I would today sit on the grasses next to the River Thames and review my memories? I do not even know how easily I lost everything, got to this loneliness and sequestered myself from the world. Maybe it is another chance to find myself. My own self.
People are living with their memories, they get formed from their thoughts, and they spend part of their life in dreams. Exactly the same as this story, which has been inspired by my memories, dreams and thoughts. Because I am also human. Just like you.