Ketika Kamu Merasa Tuhan Tidak Adil Mga Nobela at Kwento

Life works so unfair and you should not wonder about that anymore. It is always like that and I don’t know why. Some says that it is a challenge. Some says that it is just a test, fuck that test, then. They said that it will prove how faithful you are to God. I hate that reason so much that I almost lose my hope and trust to him. I can say that I became lost. I feel like there is no one for me and yet they say it is just a challenge but no.

If God does not brings the thing they deserve to, she will be the one who did it. She used to believe everything will be alright, the evil will have to pay for what they did, but she waited for to long and they still live well. That's not fair at all. And after that, she realizes that if you want the others to pay for what they did, just make yourself be their repayment.

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 reason. Jack-offs seem to glide along easily without a care in the world. Innocent little girls have their lives cut short meaninglessly. Good-hearted neighbors have their lives crapped on as if it was some big cosmic joke." I could hear my own voice getting louder and more frustrated. "Life's a fucking kick in the ass, and every time it looks like something nice might come out of it, some

God spoke beside her, “I wanted to praise you for living a good and moral life. I commend you for your efforts. Although it seems that you did experience a tragedy towards the end. I’m deeply sorry for the pain you had to endure. I hope that this doesn’t deter you from your righteous path.” Yuna had suffered greatly before arriving here and that didn’t stop her from letting God know how unfair it all was, “God, why did I have to experience this? I feel that I can no longer continue living a moral lifestyle. I feel so angry and I want to harm the people that harmed me. An eye for an eye.”

Who could have helped me? I look up and talk to the only one who can listen to all of my problems. "Ya Allah, what have I done to deserve this? Why was I created,only to be suffered? I've never had peace for once ever since my Dad had died. What have I done wrong? Have I ever wronged you unknowingly? Is that why you're punishing me?" "Ya rabb, this punishment is too much for me! I can't bear it anymore...."

But for some reason, even the world is making fun of one’s life. Just why can’t we just live happily? Why do we need to suffer? Why do we have to face such cruel things? Isn’t it unfair? Living that way while others can live happily just because the world gives them a favor? Isn’t it unfair that things are difficult for you to get just because you were born as you are? Isn’t it unfair that things work so differently for everyone? They say that if it was meant to be, things will be. But what if I do not wish for it to be like that? Why can’t I make changes no matter how much I try?

Alexandria's pov You know there are times in one's life,when you feel that you never hurted anyone, you never intentionally harmed anyone, then how come such a fate can be bestowed upon you? When you think life can't be this unfair. When you have every reason to doubt the creator and his sense of justice, yet you can't. You still trust that divine power no matter what. And it was me thinking this,as I see the wolves with red eyes closing in on me, surrounding me from all the directions.

I gazed back at her, hoping I made sense to her flurried heart. "That's not fair even if it's God who did this to us. He's been cruel to us, how can He? He is the one who made us? I heard in my childhood He never tests us beyond our bearings, then why?" She complained. Her complaints resonated in my head, in my voice. Years back when I used to stand before the bathroom's mirror and have a debate over rights and wrongs, I used to sound like her. But now, things have changed. Nothing felt wrong. Every calamity in my life seemed as if I was worthy of it. Crime of being a bastard was enough to prove me guilty.

I want to understand reasons why bad things happened to me but I still can’t figure it all out. If I say life is fair, I will be lying…life is very unfair and I don’t have the boldness to say that God is partial. Who are mine to even question however God chose to deal with me. He is all-knowing after all. So I have no right whatsoever to question him. If his plan is for me to become a laughing stuff or a mere mockery in the eyes of other people…so be it.

he confessed. "Oh wow, what a beautiful day. He called us here, and since then hasn't been available?" I muttered. Why did it feel as though God was collecting every debt I owed? Every wrong decision. Every life I had hurt. Every sin I had committed. Why did it feel as though He was punishing me for all of it? A bitter laugh escaped me. "Of course he is, after all. God is God, the ultimate being." "Carlino, calm down, we could go back to New York and get back when he's back," Aiden said, steadying me as I nearly lost my footing.