Ketika Kamu Merasa Tuhan Tidak Adil นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I choose to be fair and not to be good. You’re wrong when you told me that I deserve the world, because you’re the one who deserves that. Now, I understand why God works in such a mysterious way. Plenty of times I asked him why am I the one who’s suffering when bad people don’t, only for me to realize that I’m also the bad man. Now I know that not all good people can be shown with a bright smile or greets you with flowery words. Sometimes, they are just sitting on a dirty couch wearing a black suit and tie, glaring with his intimidating eyes.

And must be strong in facing this all. But I want to scream, and this is not fair! It's not appropriate for God's sake, and I don't deserve to be in the prison seat and face a judge who I don't think can do justice. Oh my God ... life shit, continues to haunt my life. I'm tired of all this.

"I don't know. Look, they're just sitting there. I'll end up donating them to some charity or something. I've got a ton of gifts, and nobody left to give them too. You've got a sweet little girl who has one present under the tree and could use a bit of joy in her life." She wandered around the room, nudging the gifts with her foot, not answering, taking the occasional sip from her glass. She eventually wandered back and stood beside me. She stood quietly for several seconds, apparently pondering a reply. "It's not fair," she finally muttered. That wasn't what I'd expected. "No shit. Life's about as unfair as I could ever imagine," I answered honestly. "Good people get hurt for no apparent re

My mom said, "God is so unfair to me," I just scoffed and walked past my mother just as Sky went to hug her, I didn't want to hug her, I didn't believe in any of those things she said, I don't believe anyone has the power to detect what happens in your life from an unknown and unseen realm. I feel like everyone is the architect of their lives. I also don't believe life is unfair, it's unbalanced, not unfair.

I shook my head, “No. I am so angry at God. I’m trying to understand how God can be so damn cruel. Not just Julliette. Like baptizing, for example. Why do we believe people are born inherently bad? Babies that aren’t baptized go to hell if they die. Why let kids die anyway? And wars? I mean… There can’t be a god out there, right? If he were, he would be such an asshole.” Kennedy raised her eyebrow and looked at me like momma used to look at me when she thought I was crazy. “So you’re blaming God? Everything is His fault now? I thought you told me to think about accountability. You still have a choice. God is just there, he doesn't control you or your life.”

At least, I apologized. Karma goes around in an unfair way.

She asked. "There are a million answers for that," I said, laughing amidst the mental distress I felt. "I will get better as long as you stop attributing my sickness to God. He had nothing to do with my condition." "Seriously," she continued, "you should change your attitude towards the things of God. I mean, you are always bitter when his name is mentioned anywhere. That is a pure sign of hatred towards the creator of heaven and earth." "Mrs. Uju you shouldn't be making assumptions you are not sure of."

"Exactly! Every child should be granted an opportunity to both survive and express himself or herself but it doesn't work that way in this modern world. Shit happens, sir." The woman knew Blackwheel wouldn't understand her but she couldn't stop trying. "I agree with you that terrible things happen in this world and it can't be stopped because humans are greedy and selfish," Blackwheel said. "Human tragedy on a daily basis is one of the major reasons why I find it hard to believe in God because if he exists, he would try to do something about the chaos that we see every day. If he loves us as the Bible claim he does and if he has the power to change our situation, why hasn't he? If he has the

I am fed up with this life," I told her angrily and decided to drink the rat poison. Before I could empty the bottle she told me with a very disappointing voice," Committing suicide is also a sin. It's the biggest sin for any human being. For this, Allah will never forgive you. Don't do it." " Then, why Allah isn't helping me? Isn't He seeing how I am suffering here?" I asked her angrily and threw away the poison from my hand. She rested one hand on my shoulder and replied softly," Be patient. One day you will have happiness. You are suffering because the time isn't in your favour right now."

And I did it all by the book, no more or no less than that. I have a right to have a child. I love my son with every atom of my being, but I want more. I deserve more. And I know that I am not being selfish or arrogant when I say this. I have been serving my role dutifully for aeons; not once did I complain. I did not complain even when punishing and executing took an emotional toll on me. I am tired of despair and sadness. I am tired of being surrounded with beasts, debauchery and malice. Don’t I have the right to be happy and to feel loved? I am also a god, and my role feels like everything but not godly. It feels like a burden and punishment. And I have no reason to be punished. My only s