Miracles, they happen

Times I wonder, of what that makes people cheat. Is it some kind of insecurity they harbour or that they are to prone to misadventures and mischief?

Some do love the adrenaline rush in doing what is not to be done and what if cried foul of, and therein lies some hint of why they cheat.

Masked with a false sense of higher complex of invulnerability, heinous deeds they commit that is nothing less than adultery. And from your protection, they sneak out to seek, to bite a piece of the forbidden apple.

Less of, you know, and when it happens you are struck, and stuck with none but a sense of despair and disbelief.

Falls on you, worldly trouble mountains and sharp words penetrate your soul making you wish for death to embrace you.

But, miracles do happen. Don't they?

La'illa'ha I'llalahu

(No god, but God)