"In the City That Forgot The Almighty"
It rained again.
Black umbrellas passed her like shadows, splashing through gutters filled with filth.
The city wore its corruption openly — neon signs flickering over liquor-stained alleys, laughter rolling out of backdoor clubs like smoke, blaring music drowning out the sound of prayers that no one made anymore.
Rain Lu stood in silence.
A long, black coat wrapped around her modest frame. Her hijab, damp with drizzle, clung gently to her neck. She didn't flinch.
Her face was still. Her hands hidden beneath loose sleeves. She was unnoticed — just another figure in the fog. But her eyes…
Her eyes watched everything.
"How did we fall this far…?"
She didn't speak it aloud.
She never did.
But her soul cried louder than sirens.
This place — this city — had forgotten.
Forgotten why it was created.
Forgotten the Creator.
They had traded light for illusions.
Iman for desire.
The Almighty… for their own egos.
"They walk as if they own this earth… but they forgot who gave them the air they breathe."
Everywhere she turned, she saw it.
Men with money and no morals.
Women stripped of dignity by systems that never protected them.
Youth running from pain into poison — inhaling lust, exhaling faith.
Rain had once tried to remind them.
To speak.
To help.
To heal.
But they assume her as weakness.
Her silence made them invent cruelty.
Her kindness? They called it manipulation.
"She's too quiet to trust."
"She's hiding something."
"Modest women are always the most dangerous."
They didn't know that she was dangerous —
But not for the reasons they thought.
Not because of deceit.
Not because of secrets.
She was dangerous because she still remembered The Almighty in a world that erased Him.
And she refused to bow to anyone else.
"This earth is not my home," she whispered under her breath.
"This world is a test. And I will not fail."
Even when her heart ached from loneliness.
Even when her prayers were soaked in tears.
Rain Lu would not become like them.
The shadows trembled as she turned away from the crowd.
Footsteps light.
Head held high.
The wind tugged at her coat. The storm whispered her name.
She didn't fear evil.
She was born to confront it.
And with every step she took into the night, one thing became certain:
Rain Lu was not sent to survive this world.
She was sent to fight it.
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