teks: I tried to fight. Yes, I did. I did it for almost 2 years. Every day, I had to wake up in fear, sleep in fear. Until one point, my mind, my body, and my soul couldn't handle it anymore. I fell into depression. This is the hardest part. Imagine that whenever your meals can't make your tummy full, your sleep can't recharge your energy, your rest can't even help you to get rest. Endless tiredness. It is just like you are working without an off day and you can't go home for years. Even that example cannot explain the situation well. I feel as if I'm useless. I totally lost interest in living. I felt as if I am still breathing while my soul is not alive anymore. My mind has lost everything. I can't even remember most of the things that happened in my life. I can't come out with decisions anymore. Even if someone asks me whether to drink coffee or tea, I just can't make a decision. There are voices in my mind that keep saying that I'm stupid, I'm useless. Up to a point, I wanted to give up living my life. I just can't think which one is good and which one is bad. As if I am no longer so-called mukallaf.
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