The True Believer Novels & Stories

I said: because I believe in what you do the way you have always believed in what I do. I said: you believed in my surgery before I understood what I had. You came to the OR and you paid attention and you understood what the work meant, not just the technique, the meaning. You drew the heart the way you drew it because you understood what the heart was doing, not just what it looked like. That is belief. That is the specific quality of attention that constitutes believing in something.

" You did right?, So how can you explain that? The confession? " " I wasn't Confessing anything! I wasn't myself and if I was I would never do something like that! I would never betray you Steva! You are like a twin Sister to be so I wouldn't do something as bad as that to you, please, believe me, Steva! " " Believe you? How did you expect me to believe you when there's a prove of your betrayal? " " But, Steva.... ! "

“Miss Perez, I would love to get an opinion from you,’’ the teacher requested and I immediately chickened out and stopped enjoying the class. “Every answer is correct, you just have to say it, how you feel, what you really think, inside here we defy all the rules,’’ he affirmed as he came closer. “In my opinion, there is no truth, there is only perception, how the world sees it, in every story, there are two sides and neither of them is really the truth,’’ I almost whispered the last part. The teacher clapped and moved back smiling. “Exactly, there is no truth,’’ he reaffirmed with a smile. “ Right now, if I moved to a new place and collected children or a group of people to follow me, then

"A place where the people's credence believes there is but only one God who has such power over men that he can bend their hearts if he wills. A place where the women are worshipped as divine. As well as a place where a child's life is decided from the moment of their birth. Soldiers to the battlefields. Priests to the shrines. Abominations to the graves." "There is no other god but Truth," Sethlzaar said. The man laughed. "Funny how that is the only thing you picked from all I said..." He looked away, spoke to the shelter. "And believing that, and the idea that when one dies he crosses over to another life that has nothing to do with this one makes more sense?" Sethlzaar paused, surprised.

But she hates us; why can't we tell her the truth? Well well, you're more selfish than I thought. —I stood up. —Do you want to tell her the truth? Do you want to tell her that she killed her parents and ordered me to kill her little sister? That all this time she's been a big hypocrite calling us murderous monsters when she was the one who did it? —I paused for a second. Do you want to destroy her like that just to see if she shows gratitude for what we did for her so you can rejoice in her love?

“Tell me the truth.” “Because you’re standing at the same fork in the road that Seraphine faced centuries ago,” he said. “You can rule with fear and raw power. It will work for a while. Or you can pick the harder path. The one that might fail. But if it works, it could finally break the cycle instead of feeding it.” “And what’s that harder path?” “Trust,” he answered simply. “Not stupid blind trust. But the kind that says, ‘I’ll give you a real chance to prove yourself, even though you might stab me in the back.’ The kind Seraphine stopped believing in long ago.”

“Then ask yourself is it clarity or comfort? Because what he offers is order without honesty. Stability without accountability. He says you are free to follow, but only in the direction he chooses. I say you are free to lead yourselves. But it won’t be easy. It won’t be safe. It won’t feel like control. It will feel like truth.” Silence fell again. Then one voice from the back “We believed in the creed because it didn’t tell us who to be. It told us what not to become.” I met his gaze. “And has that changed?” “No,” he said quietly. “But the world around it has.” I nodded once. “Then let us remind the world we haven’t forgotten.”

The announcer started by announcing the match in which the Buddha Temple disciple competes A disciple of Buddha was thinking about the words of his master who inspired him during the fight "A person who embraces a belief that protects him in times of hardship and crisis is better off than a person who does not have a belief. Does this seem simple to you? Now what do I mean behind the doctrine? Yes, this is difficult to explain in words, faith is what you believe the world and the universe and everything that revolves around it. Aqeedah is what you believe will happen to everything after death. A person who has a belief and belief in life - believes in it at least. It seems easier and happier

Hearing the voices of my four mates felt like something in my chest had finally clicked. “Because it's nonsense,” I answered immediately. “Don't blaspheme about our faith, much less question the system that sustains us,” Biel said, and I remembered who he really was: one of the greatest wizards of all time. “That you don't believe in anything to the point of ignoring the blood test is something I can respect, but I won't tolerate you calling centuries of traditions and truthfulness nonsense.” If I had doubted Biel's animosity before, at that moment I was sure he hated me.

“Do not weaken or grieve. You’ll rise above this if you truly are a believer.” I shot him a weird glance. His lips curved. “Well? Aren’t you a believer?” “Why are you teasing me?” I snapped quietly. “I’m serious.” “Tsk. Humans.” He shook his head. “Yes, yes, Allah is the best Disposer of affairs,” he waved a paw in my face. “Trust me, I’ve seen the management. Have a little faith will you?” His shadow stretched long against the street. The cool air made me nauseous.