It was now 1.23 pm, I was listening to the story of Taranath Tantric. Today I slept without eating. So he got hungry. I didn't want to get up, but I got up, opened the fridge and took MOJO, I still have half of the 2 liter bottle, I took the wrapper with me, after that I turned off the light and went inside the mosquito net. I started listening to the story of Taranath Tantric again, after that I was eating by the light of my mobile phone and listening to the story, but after a while I realized that I am not just listening to the story, I am also eating and thinking about something, friends.. I can't talk about my thoughts. Not all ideas can be spoken. Outside, the
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sky is humming, and the electricity is playing after a while, it has been raining for a long time, the window has to be closed, and I can't write anymore today. I lay down - a little cockroach baby in a corner on a mosquito net, like this I often read about problems, and talking about mosquitoes is useless, I kill them every day. After a while I get up and see if my children are sleeping or not. I sat down to write again today. Everyone is sleeping now. I was scared that day. Because that day, I suddenly felt, after finishing the kitchen room, someone passed in front of me. I was scared silently but could not say anything. If father was alive, I would definitely do something. At least I could give a shout. Today I am a father, if I shout? My family will be scared. So fathers never have to fear. But since I am a Muslim, I have to believe because the Quran is in the Sharif. And I have seen evidence of such evidence, or that they exist, before. However, in our house for some time now, their footsteps have been felt. 1:47 PM, I will share one of their incidents in the next blog. And that's how they exist.
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