This is a story of a self-proclaimed smoker who, used to celebrate every occasion of his life by lighting up a cigarette.He had an extra pocket stitched in his pants so that his pack of the cigarette could not fall out.He belonged to Army family his, father had protected the borders of his country with cigarettes in his armor.The guy was a bubbly fellow with sweet voice took up the habit in college where, it was more of a fashion trend to puff a cigarette, all the princes of his college used to smoke in their brand new cars while imitating their favorite on-screen Hollywood and Bollywood actors.He started to believe cigarettes were the only divine help from mother nature to able to make him more conscious at nights of exams.stress is of multiple types and it knocks your doors like an uninvited guest.I have heard it from smokers the only reason to pick up the habit is that their genes have codons for nicotine their RNA and DNA sequences have ribosomal nicotine and nicotinic amino acids.
So what happened with this guy is not short of a tragedy his father had a heart attack, he lost his girlfriend, after graduation he developed a tonsillar mass that was nothing short of a lump in the throat.
His work affected, moreover, he got married but was not able to have children thanks to 1 pack of Marlboro daily.His beautiful face had more yellowness than a TB patient his voice sounded like that of a n animal that wakes us in the morning.he became shy from being super confident, his lungs looked like a filter of Russian air conditioner Drs in pulmonary department diagnosed him with bronchiectasis.he was coughing with every changing wave of weather.
One night he had a dream that he was AL –Jahez the eminent writer in Arabia , a woman came to him and said,”I would like you to accompany me to the souq for I have a favor to ask from you.” he accompanied her and she took him to a goldsmith.pointing at him, she told the goldsmith," like him!and went away. Amazed at the woman ,s remark, he asked Goldsmith what she meant by saying," like him!”.the Goldsmith replied ,”this woman brought to me stone to set on a ring and asked me to engrave on it the image of a devil, I told her,”my lady, I have never seen the devil." she said,”that is no problem”So she went off and brought you.
This was the last day in his life with 4000 chemicals including hydrogen cyanide, carbon monoxide, arsenic, tar, and nicotine. Now, this guy has the feeling of a surge of energy because his lungs have cleared out, he has extra oxygen and lesser anxiety levels, now he stands tall and proud. In the end, I would like to conclude , Leave smoking please as it as an honorable form of suicide.
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