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A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read thits chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not Thbother you. Your Kindness will be rewarded.

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy listen to me if you would
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mummy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"

In memory of the Columbine students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

Now you have two choices:
1) repost and show you care
2)ignore it.

Please read

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with ALLAH. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see ALLAH very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you ALLAH for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for ALLAH to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask ALLAH for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Inna Lilahi Wa Inna Lilahi Raji'un

To ALLAH we belong , and to him we shall return.

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you or your best friend is insane, copy this into your profile.

If you've ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you think ALLAH is awesome, copy and paste this into your profile.

98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just one review, paste this into your profile.

If you've ever been looking for something, then forgot what it was and why it was so important, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever tripped up the stairs, copy this into your profile.

If you have a mind that you're sure no one will understand, copy this into your profile.

If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and lose, then it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

Attention: This author,hungergamesareamazing5516, her friend Gracie died from cancer earlier. I feel so sorry for her loss. I am commemorating her with this small paragraph.

I never knew her. I don't expect you to do anything for her. I bet you'll just scroll right passed this. But please, just take the time to put her in an authors note or something. Please don't ignore this. Please pass this on. Pray. Donate to people who are suffering from cancer. Like I said, you're just going to ignore this. INSHALLAH If ALLAH wills. Please just look at it and commemorate her on your profile or story.

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile.

A professor was teaching a class of students about logic. He was trying to prove that there was no ALLAH. "Has anyone in this class seen ALLAH?" He asked. No one answered. "Has anyone in this class touched ALLAH?" Still, no answer. "Then that proves it." The professor concluded. "There simply is no ALLAH!" Suddenly, a student stood up. "Has anyone in this class seen the professor's brain?" He said. No one answered. "Has anyone in this class touched the professor's brain?" Again, no answer. "Then that proves it." The student said. "Our professor simply has no brain!"

You don't have to see, touch, or, and talk to ALLAH to know that he is real. Because he is.

Ways to Annoy People in General:

Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.

Pay for your dinner with pennies.

Buy large quantities of mint dental floss just to lick the flavor off.

Name your dog "Dog".

Mow your lawn with scissors.

Ask people what gender they are.

Reply to everything someone says with, "That's what you think."

Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back in the tray.

When asked to do things, repeat the instructions to the body parts involved. (ie. "Hand, will you please open the door.")

Tell small children that they don't look very promising.

Drop a pen and wait until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream, “That’s mine!”

Ask people to prove everything they say. (e.g. "I'm Bob, nice to meet you..." "prove it"

)Before exiting the elevator, push all the buttons.

If you see kids building a sand castle at the beach, say, "That's not a real castle!"

Stand in front of the doorway and glare at people when they try to get by.

Whisper right in someone's ear, "I know what you did last summer." When you really have no idea what they did at all.

Any time a member of the opposite gender tries to talk to you, hold your hand up to prevent them from saying anything and say, "Look, I know what you're going to ask me... for the last time, no, I will not go out with you."

As people talk, smell their shoulders.

Ask the waitress at a restaurant for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend."

At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.

Bark like a dog whenever anyone says the word "the."

Bring a portable c.d player to a concert and listen the c.d because you insist that it is "just better quality."

Call into school and tell them you have something better to do today, so you won't be attending.

close your eyes,and start snoring whenever anyone tries to talk to you.

When someone asks you for the time, check your wrist even if you don't have a watch and shout "plundering pickkles!!! I am late for my meeting with my goldfish!!! I promised mr. macarobi that I wouldn't be late again."

Continuously open your briefcase or bag and say into it, "Have you got enough air in there?"

If you have one, declare your apartment an independent nation, and threaten to sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace."

Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.

Every time you see a particular person, shout, "So we meet again!" and laugh evilly.

Draw whiskers on yourself and crawl around, lick yourself, and meow pretending to be a cat.

Walk up and down the streets, grinning like an idiot at no one in particular.

Print as many copies as possible of anything you print.

Draw faces on your hand, naming it Miss Penelope, and talk to it.

Pretend you have gone completely deaf.

Run through the halls of your office building or school with your arms outstretched, making airplane noises. Periodically crash into pedestrians and lose a wing. Spiral to a crash and repeat.

Say to people, "Did you wear deodorant today?"

Stand on a busy corner. Gasp, look and point up. See how many people look.

Walk up to someone eating. Lean over and stare at them intently until they notice. Continue to do so until they ask what you're doing. Reply, "I've been watching you eat for the last thirty seconds.. You're eating weird!" Leave the restaurant.

When at dinner at a fancy restaurant, keep blowing out the candle in the middle of the table, and blame it on your date.

When you're in an argument, no matter what it's about, keep yelling "I don't see your name on it."

Month One

Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all of my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Everytime I hear it I move my arms and legs. The sound of your heartbeat is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me you could definately tell I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside of my home. It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy, I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too and I cry with you even though you can't here me.

Month Four

Mommy my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am getting quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said I wasn't a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's an abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop. I can't get away from it. Mommy! Help me!

Month Seven

Mommy I am okay. I am in ALLAH's S.W.T arms. He's holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just...

One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak.

If you are against abortion, repost this.

I'd rather be not liked for who I am than be liked for who I'm not.

A fifteen year old girl holds hands with her one year old son. People call her a slut. No-one knows she was raped at 13. People call a girl fat. No-one knows she has a serious disease which causes her to be over weight. People call an old man ugly. No-one knows he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping. ninetyfive% of you won't. "

Without ALLAH, our week would be:

Sinday,

Mournday,

Tearsday,

Wasteday,

Thirstday,

Fightday,

Shatterday.

Repost this if you are not ashamed of ALLAH.

This is a true story

A boy was depressed. His family had abused him with words, wielding them like swords to him. He was told that he was worthless. He was dating a girl, and he loved her so much. They broke up, and he fell into an even greater depression. The boy was about to commit suicide. He posted everywhere 'Bye everyone'. He scared his friends who actually knew it was real. The rest of his friends didn't believe him or didn't understand what was happening. He was saved by his best friend who convinced him to live on. He constantly is in depression, but my friend and I help him to understand that he is not alone.

This message is to support all of you who have thought of suicide, or are thinking of it. You are loved by somebody. There will always be one person that Allah has put on this earth for you. Even if you can't see them, Allah has always, and will always look out for you.

Repost if you are against suicide. 95% of you won't, and I won't judge.

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her, and ALLAH by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

1. say your name 10 times

2. say your mom's name 5 times
3. say your crushe's name 3 times
4. Paste this onto your profile if you do this your crush will kiss you on the nearest friday. but if you read this and don't paste it you'll have bad luck INSHALLAH If ALLAH wills.

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it too.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs.

"They hurt her"

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.

fact:About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off. Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true. If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

"They hurt her"

"She was pushed"

"They pushed her down the sewer."

AND ALLAH KNOWS BEST

ALLAH, Please Get Rid Of Cancer.

Repost this.

Cel or TheGirlWhoCan'tLetGo, committed suicide on the third of April.

She was bashed so much by haters on fanfiction, told she should die by them.

She is dead now. I will miss you forever, my sister.

I invite you to join me in a time of silence, mourning Cel.

Leave your name here and post this on your profile if you think that this is unfair and people should be against bullying and cyber bullying:

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Join us as we fight for Cel and all those who have lost their lives because of the hatred that boils inside others!

Every 3rd of April, or every 3rd of every month, find someone who is being bullied and help them for Cel. Help them so that they don't take the same path as Cel. Buy a rose and give it to a suffering person. For Cel.

If you have ever bullied someone, you are the finger the pulls the trigger and the razor that cuts the wrist. If you have ever called someone names, you are the rope that tightens around their neck as they cease to breathe. If you have ever sent hateful messages to someone, you are the little white pill that will end it all. If you have ever harassed someone, you are the water that they sink under, soon to be found dead.

If you are someone who bullies, take this into your heart as wrong and NEVER do it again. I pity those who have to resort to bullying to make themselves feel good. They end up hurting themselves anyway.

Please if you ever are considering suicide, please pm me. It is a horrible experience that none of your friends or family should have to endure when you are gone. Please, even if you bullied sweet Cel, never commit suicide. I would like to talk to you about anything.

Suicide or cutting is never the answer.

Pray to ALLAH instead.

This is a true story.

All schools have a class clown, someone that gets on everyones nerves and that no one likes. There was one of these boys in this one school. Nobody liked him at all. He had no friends, the teachers hated him for his disruptiveness, and the students found him annoying beyond belief. He never seemed to care. One day, he had finally stepped on his teachers last nerve. What the teacher did was make everyone in the class stand up and tell the boy something they didn't like about him. As each of the thirty students stood up and said something about him they didn't like, he only sat and didn't seem to mind. All of the students did it.
That day, when school was out, the boy went home, grabbed his dads gun, and shot himself in the head.
If you think that the teacher was to blame, and that what she did was morally wrong and completely shameful, copy and paste this into your profile. Then, if you would have been the one to stand up and say "I'm not going to do this" then add your username to the list.

I'm a hypocrite for posting this. Something similar to this happened in my school, except the boy was a girl, and fortunately, and gladly, the girl didn't kill herself, and my teacher didn't tell us to say what we didn't like about her. My teacher had asked for everyone to ignore the girl for a day, and I, finding the girl very annoying, ignored her. She acted like she didn't care, but after reading this, I feel horrible. I know that it if it'd been me, I would have been embarrassed and hurt when everyone ignored me. I'm such a jerk. Anyways, after a few hours, another girl started talking to her. So to sum it up, I wouldn't have went "I'm not going to this." and I'm really ashamed to say that. If you are ever in this situation, please stand up for whoever's being bullied.

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, she asked ALLAH (S.W.T) to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end although he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for ALLAH's (S.W.T) protection.

Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to cry.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
You're never alone...
93 Percent Of the people who read this won't repost it.
Don't be one of those people.
Believe in ALLAH (S.W.T) and he'll always be there to protect you. INSHALLAH.

AND ALLAH KNOWS BEST

ALLAH, Please Get Rid Of Cancer.

Repost this. Because it's important.

Wonderful Matter

ALLAH