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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Y2K" data-source="post: 10834890" data-attributes="member: 35049">Jesus: Sit here next to me, Priya. And what a lovely name you have-Priya, meaning "sweetheart" or "beloved." Yet the stillness of the morning does not silence the scream of your heart, does it?Priya: I can't resist a smile as I think of my name, even the way you pronounced it, Sir. Strange that you bring it up, though. To those who've known the unlovely side of my life, I've never used my real name. Sometimes I wonder if I knew anybody's real name there. All I know is that if my brothers and sisters saw me now ...I don't know what they would call me.Jesus: Have you seen your parents lately?Priya: No. They send me messages. They expect to hear any day now that I have died.Jesus: I've been thinking of them as I see you struggle in pain here. Names, at least in the minds of parents, are the embodiment of a hope with a destiny in mind. I'm sure this end is not what they envisioned ... a heart full of grief, alone and torn apart, wishing only to die.Priya: When each heartbeat sends a fresh, searing jolt of pain, why would I want it to keep beating? You know, we have a common saying in my culture when anything goes wrong-it basically means "Never mind" or "It will all work out." I heard it a dozen times a day growing up. But I don't believe that anymore. Life has not "worked out." Every tick of the clock makes me long for the day when I stop hearing it.Yes, death would be welcome. As a matter of fact, I have tried, but...Jesus: Your very face tells your story, Priya. Your whole body is like a gaping wound of the past.</blockquote>

Verification: Nawa warak dahaya keeyada? (Namaya wadi kireema dahaya)

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