Struggle is the strength to find best among the worst then good in these bests. She was sitting on a road under the lamp learning the rules for life. Hachette was learning from the ignorants the ways to be conscious .She was in Tabriz shinning her way out to sun . She was a part of praise in Rome. She was dying telling to the devil that I am not save from you till my last breath. She was the joy in the dance of a master and in the spirals of a mentor. She had to find the Kai , may her head be at stake.
One thing strongest about Hachette was that she would surpass the boundaries of time and space, because she was a believer.She was made of the same matter as others but she had wings of strong belief and piety and she'd made her best efforts for the best of others. So she had excelled the time. Now she wasn't bound to time but the time was to her.
She was meteor which doesn't fall on earth and the ocean which never flows into the rivers.
Closing her eyes , she could fly up to heavens. But she hadn't the keys to the doors of heaven. Once she shut her eye , started exalting above. Clouds she felt as sweeping cotton. The stars , moon and planets were afraid of her .The guarding angels were amazed to see the small piece of clay giving its best flight. But what has happened? She was thrown back. But why ? The reason Kai had whispered, "You still carry fire within , so you are given the stab of fire !" She was told to come with keys . She was again at loss . Where to find the keys? What she forget was the fact that she was not normal! She had keys in her heart and the head too.
Kai told,
Ask the known
O unknown
Accompany the ones
Who company the one ,
Love never those
Who abolish their dose
Moon is your submissive
So is the sun
But not that of your wisdom
You are to me
And I'm to you
You ain't the bud
Who need flowers to bloom