THE ETERNAL LIFE AWAITS YOU

A book that relieves you from the fear of death.....
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You are an intelligent person..... One who reads, thinks, and wants to understand the meaning of life.... Your mind just won’t settle down..... You have questions, interrogations.... You don’t want to be just anyone. You ask “Who am I? Why am I in this world, where am I heading, What will happen after death?” You can’t live without thinking... You can’t stop the voice of your heart... I know, sometimes you can’t even fit into this world.... The wings of your heart touch the skies..... You believe with all your heart that an eternal life awaits you... 
You need a book which talks in your language, that has answers for all your questions, a book that “is as free as you”.... What do you say, it seems to me that we could be good friends...

WHERE ARE YOU? 
“Some nights I wake up from my deep sleep. My room is pitch black. I start to think. My death comes to my mind. I get up and turn the lights on. I don’t feel like sleeping. I don’t want to lie but I am very scared of death. Thinking about it gives me so much pain…
Oh just how I would have wanted to be prepared for death! I’m scared, it’s not like I can help it. I guess my faith is not enough. Sometimes I face death but this takes only a little while. After a while I forget everything. My fears start once again.
Even thinking about the concept of non-existence gives me deep pains. Just think about it, my mother, father, siblings are all going to perish away. I too am going to be wiped away from existence. How can I not exist! Yes, I want to believe! What do I have to lose if I believe anyway. If only I didn’t have these doubts which eat away at me.
Man dies, it is the inevitable end. It is so difficult to accept this. There’s nothing to do about it, it will happen, I know… How does man die, what does he see, where does he go, who does he come across, I always think about these. A man with a scythe in his hand, a hood on his head and a black cloak over him… This is what the word death means for me…
Sometimes I see old people and say ‘she’s better off dead’ deep down. Why do they live… But then I regret it and say ‘I am so evil!’, and feel so guilty about it. Sometimes, in my opinion,  death seems like a way out. I don’t know if I would want to die if they said, ‘Come on die then’. My mind is so confused…
A girl from our neighbourhood died. She was the same age as me. She just went at the most unexpected time. You know how there’s the assumption that only old people die or people age then die, I thought like this too. Of course, if you call this thinking. However, this sudden death hit me out of nowhere.
I have heard so many things about it that even remembering it scares me to death. I tried not to think about these things for a long while. I ignored conversations about it. I just don’t understand how you can be so comfortable. If only you could give me the formula to it and comfort me too…
Had I told you, I have a crazy passion for reading. I have an old photograph collection. And I also write poetry, essays, and stories on the side. I also need your advice on this topic too, meaning on the topic of writing. Can you help me? I can sometimes send you my writings. Criticise it… I trust you…”