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Last week I met a girl whose name was aspiration. I was really inspired listening her story, a story which make her living give her a lesson. that girl which is always asking questions to herself and at the end she got all the answers, but again trapped in to another question.  This story has no beginning  because when it was started I was too young to understand  and now when I understand it,   it's too late to fix . I was born in Pakistan , and moved  to  UAE  when I was 6 years old , I didn't remember anything about those years except those screaming , those fights and arguments between my parents , those voices often come in my dreams just like they want to tell something ,  in each of those voices there is my name , like I'm responsible  for everything ,its only me A bitter truth I want to hide from everyone but can,t A truth I felt shame to tell , don't know what people think of me, a truth I'm afraid will become my reputation, Everytime when teache