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I Praise You

For the people who got shamed for their beliefs,
   I Praise You
For the people who went through more than imaginable 
​​​​​​   I Praise You
For the people who were irrationally hated for absolutely idiotic reason 
​​​​​​   I Praise You
For the people who didn’t stop having hope no matter how much they were tortured 
​​​​​​   I Praise You 
For the people who didn’t dim their light  even when 6 million people of their faith were being killed in violent grousome ways some of which in front of you’re eyes
   I Praise You 
For the victims of the holocaust who went through the harsh words and actions of Hitler and the Nazi Party, concentration camps, gas chambers, starvation and more 
  I Praise You ​​​​​  

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Mina ✨

"For the victims of the holocaust who went through the harsh words and actions of Hitler and the Nazi Party, concentration camps, gas chambers, starvation and more 
  I Praise You,"​​​​​  

This is powerful and eloquently written beyond comprehension. You should be proud in whatever you believe in and know always that there is strength in your faith because of how those before you have suffered in order to sustain it. I am a proud advocate for interfaith and acceptance of all who decide to take up whatever faith they choose. Well done and keep creating! 

Tehmina xo

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