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I commanded myself not to panic.

Live and let live.

I cannot help but curse my own misfortune.

One can exert one's power to one's heart's content.

Open up your heart to Islam.

You need only believe in your own strength.

I tell myself that such a thing is impossible.

I had no time to regret my words and actions.

Anyway, she regretted her actions.

I followed suit as well, putting my hands together and closing my eyes.

He seems to have finally understood what he had done.

One who walks their own path, believes in their own rules, and demonstrates their power.

And above all, meeting her made me realize my own immaturity.

They were all young, needlessly beautiful, and wearing far too much make-up.

Everyone has at least one matter they cannot lie about to their own soul.

In other words, it is training to control one's weak self and draw out power to the limit.

Those who spend too much time traveling become strangers in their own country.