All apologies are cold, in front of the heat of betrayal, and the harshest of what was said about betrayal: I was forced to break it, turn around and break me.
This is the boundary between the moment of betrayal and the desire to speak. A feeling full of bitterness that cannot be explained, but despite It is painful, but God’s patience, compensation, and reparation are always more beautiful.
I am ashamed to say I have been betrayed and I have surrendered my command to God, and praise is to God during distress, relief during grief, joy during prevention, and generosity. Praise be to God when Everyone withdraws permanently and there is no permanent but He who knows the secrets of the breasts, the intentions of souls, and the purposes of the souls.
Praise be to God the number of what was and the number of what will be.