In this bustling city of the present Era there lived a young man named Kamal he was a carefree soul living is life with easy with freedom and with optimism. Kamal belongs to a family of middle class which had a good amount of money to live their life happily without much concern and he always found a way to enjoy this life to the fullest. You worked hard and improved is on skills and improved own habits.
Kamal's days were filled with happiness and adventure. it is spent exploring new things like being friend with likeminded peoples and embracing the journey of life with love his friends along enjoy the pleasures of life and loved his daring approach. Unknowingly his life was about to take a upside done that can change his life and Fate played a plot in this.
One such day, Kamal grouped with a group of people who seemed good and friendly. Yet they are friendly and good, but they are not, which he came to know later. They talk to him about becoming rich in a short time through investment and playing bogus games. He believed in their words and invested his money and properties in their schemes and lost everything because of this.
However, it was not long before the truth revealed itself: these people were scammers cheating the people who are wealthy, which can be manipulated. You can be manipulated. Taking advantage of Kamal's innocence and goodwill, they drained him of his savings, leaving him without anything else, now broken, but they did something like breaking dreams and spirits.
Kamal faced the pinnacle of treachery. Will Kamal expose himself to the world because he had to meet the cheaters who set up this situation? In fear today
However. Kamal's story doesn't end here. They killed, though buried his soul. Though buried, it remained unbroken—the tale of his life and the injustice he faced. Is paramount. It should be given justice. But he was buried alive. But what can he do? Nothing. So He, just. He doesn't know what to do because. His anger is only alive, but he is not.
My Name is Kamal...
Kamal was buried under the soil. His physical form began to deteriorate. His once very vibrant body now began to decay. Also fragile and malleable. Even though the flesh was dissolved. His soul still lingers there without dying.
In the dark, Kamal embraced his new position. He can no longer live. His human passion was buried in this earth. Time passed so quickly that days turned into weeks. As the years passed, more and more pain ignored his plight. He could hear all the footsteps and laughter and the distant hum of other men's lives. It is life above the soil above him, and he can no longer live a human life.
Uh, only loneliness befriended him. There was pain, much pain. Pain is always with him. It is worse than anything if the body is decaying. He begged for salvation; he prayed for anything. He wanted to be released from this vein, from this world. "You want to be set free. You wanted to see what's after the life. You want relief," a voice murmured. He begged. He prayed for anything. Your voice, hearing your voice. Your voice is richly dictating a solution to pain. You're aware of release from pain and a promise of starting a new journey to a miracle place. He received a mesmerizing message of voice. Oh.
Kamal catching the words of unknown, the words which gave an A bringing hope for him he wanted to catch it and move away from it because. See he want something; He have to escape from this place.
Kamal, while following the voice, travelled into a void and existence devoid of light, sound, and life. His senses betrayed him. Like he was surrounded by darkness, a grey smoke, unaware of the things that are surrounded by him, erasing his thoughts and memories. He felt like it was heaven or hell. It was surprising. Oh, I do not understand what it is.
Suddenly he heard a loud sound, like a bang. It was like a sound from an ancient, some kind of divine sound. It was like, uh yeah, soul movement. It was the thing that it said—soul movement. But Kamal understood nothing. His soul started moving through space, traveling towards the origin of the voice that he heard from. Long distance.
He moved, untethered through the grey world. Fear filled inside him. The force pulled him forward, towards the void. How much time will it take? What's the Kamal's thought? He is hesitant. Was waived, yearned for peace, a settlement, a final peace. You wanted something that could end his pain. That's what he required.
Time lost its meaning. Was it minutes or years? How much time has passed since then? From the distance void, he could not calculate the time itself, the time going like anything. It even does not understand the concept of time. In this void, it travelled to the direction where the voice came, the darkness absorbed, the consciousness of him became dizzy, and the grave world and all the things you see are becoming. Missed and became dizzy and kind of unconscious.
When he finally woke up, he saw a flicker. It was flickering, and a pinprick of light pierced the world. Kamal was slammed on a wall, beating the pull, stopping the attraction of the pull. Pulled from the other side of the location, as Kamal was in between the push and pull of the things, he got shifted, and finally the pulling force emerged as a victor and pulled him into the pitch black space like. Absorbing him into the space.
In the heart of the world were the grey paints, like a smoke of ancient times. The gateway materialized. A tree appeared, a tree standard still, with branches. It branches and. Leaves green and brown stretched into the void, weaving a celestial canopy. Roots, sinuses, and luminescence penetrated the void, it seemed. The tree is anchored to an unseen depth. How much distance it is spread around, we can't be able to see it. It's such a distance that it seems like it's covering the entire void.
From far, it defined the comparison of the meaning of the things for which he has ever seen an impossible syllabus against the pitch black. And was distance lost meaning? Kilometres are just illusions. The tree was both ancient and new-born. It looked like a new-born. Suddenly it looked like an ancient. We can't come to a conclusion about it. Bark etched with some runes like some kind of ancient magic that has been etched on the bark of the tree from far away; it has a different kind of. Attraction we can't even be able to understand with the common sense, which adds.
And there were roots that can't be seen. It was already in the depths of the world; we can't just imagine off about it. And we can see a pool of green liquid that is gathered. Uh, here and there in the near the branches or around the tree. Not water, but some kind of primal, powerful liquid. It's kind of the essence of life. Let me think. It's the thing that Kamal could sense this condensed and potent. It's like petrol for the soul. It gave you some kind of attraction to the soul. Your force.
He stepped closer, near the tree. A real, eternal kind of green liquid, which was like a dark green liquid. When he neared the liquid, a bristling of leaves from the branches touched in. Then suddenly a kind of thought has been transferred to him from the tree. It's like a whisper of words from the tree itself, it seems. The soul as it got stronger felt like it had been reborn. One of the dances between like a light and shadow. When he reached the tree, he felt he was like the soul reborn.
When he got in touch with the leaves and the part of the tree, he felt like the transaction of wisdom from the tree and his wisdom and mental strength and the soul getting increased. And he felt his new-born with a huge, mighty power residing in itself. It felt like the gateway that opened a passage for him was giving the dreams and the pain dances for the promising. The answers for promising purpose, Kamal, without assistance, became one with the tree, actively accepting the wisdom, the thoughts, and the things being transferred to him. This resolve was unwavering. As he stepped into the green pool of water, there was some kind of energy flowing into his body. It's like an ocean of. Uncertainty has been erased, and now we feel like he's in a home connected to the very essence of existence.
no longer adrift but rooted, connected. Mother's love