All Chapters of The Voice of the Blessed. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Long ago, there lived a child. The place was small to let him learn many things, the locality was deserted to teach him lessons of life. There he was very open to what all comes his way, rather was too innocent to understand what is good or harsh for him. He was always a mischievous child, all his teachers used to complain about incidences in school in which he was involed, but used to neglect many as he was above average in studies, atleast that was there thought. But he always had hard time learning and few things appeared as natural as first walk of a child. Neighbour kids were trying to make him grow faster than his age. They taught him every thing that a 15 year won't understand at only 8. But someone was with him to always help, an accident made his first first bad step the last at that very moment. It was time to move, leaving behind that deserted place.He landed in great society where everyone was well educated and encouraging to help. There too his neighbo

Simple, but not simple.Make everyone, who has even one prejudice cell in their body, take an Uber or Lyft ride in New York city. By doing so, with each ride, one slowly chips away their distorted stereotypes of certain nationalities and religions.You cannot get in a car, entrusting your life with Mohammed, who tells you he apologizes for his lack of energy, but he's 23 days into Ramadan (which you have no clue what or who that is, until you school yourself and do a quick Google search from the backseat) but he will survive it, as he's survived it the previous 28 years of his life. You thank each other, genuinely, and arrive safely at your destination.You cannot help but laugh with Hanan from Tunisia, when you both spot a man with a bright purple mohawk, wearing an American flag tutu, doing jumping jacks on W.42nd and 6th, both of you amused at human nature. You thank each other, genuinely, and arrive safely at your destination.You cannot carry on a 35 min

I felt a comfortable amount of sunshine, peeping through those cream flavoured curtains, fall on my face. My eyes flickered, my pupils ached.I felt a sharp pain inside my head as I pulled the sheets over to sleep for a few more minutes. But my eyes refused to close. I found an uncomfortable unfamiliarity with this room. I hadn't seen those curtains, the wallpaper, the shelves or the cupboard sitting in my room. I woke up to the strong smell of a burrito, some hot coffee and fresh polvorone cookies. The room had a unique style which resembled a Mexican motel; vibrantly painted with sky blue, the pine wood furniture, and I noticed the breath taking talavera pottery, creating a shadow on the mosaic tiles. I was sure of either of these:1) I was in Mexico or 2) I was in a Mexican's house. The second one seemed more likely than the first one. I wondered how I got in here. Maybe the last night's booze. I hardly remembered what had happened last night. Perhaps a tough day from

One Night 4 college students were playing till late night and could not study for the test which was scheduled for the next day.In the morning they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return the tire of their car burst and they had to push the car all the way back and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.So the Dean said they could have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they would be ready by that time.On the third day they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, all FOUR were required to sit in Separate Classrooms for the TEST. They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.The Test consisted of 2 questions with a total of 100 Marks.See Below for the question Paper

I met her today.I was having a nice day. After a long time, I came out of my sorrow and spending time with my friends. We went to the mall, watched a movie and having dinner. We were talking about all kinds of things-movies, girls, funny moments, things I missed out. I was having a good laugh and for the first time, felt normal since the day she left me.Then I saw her. I decided to ignore her. But she was walking in my direction all along making an eye contact. A range of emotions from sadness to anger aroused in me. What she is doing? Why can't she leave me alone?She stopped inches before me and 'Hi'-ed everyone. An awkward silence rules for a few seconds and then she said 'Hi'. I decided to act normal if not happy. I faked a smile and reciprocated her 'Hi' adding a 'How are you?' to it.My friends politely went from there on some pretext. I think it's for the best. I don't want them to see my emotional outburst( it might happen) of any emotion