I will not waste a single minute of mine by copying those prayers and paste it again and again. Only hard work, dedication, and self-love and humanity can solve all those problems. No one else can do it. And I literally lost faith in God but thank God I gained my faith in myself. It's been a long time I madly asked for it to each and every God of each and every religion. And finally, God just dismissed my appeal the way a judge dismisses them. But you know what, I am a real victim, but this cold God didn't give justice. Instead of that, this cold God or whatever thought to punish me and brutally did it. When I look back to my past, I can feel that I lost everything and most importantly, I lost my pride, my self-respect. I was never a bad human being. The most kind-hearted and helpful person I am. But naayyy, this God never did justice to me. When I was completely broken and everyone, including my family, threw me out of their life, I went to God and asked for help. I went to Mandir, mosque, church every day. I literally remember my tears falling on the floor of the holy place, but never did I get any response, and I understood it is just a showpiece. It will neither listen nor answer. I was feeling exhausted and suicidal at the same time. Asked God for the final help! No response. I didn't lose my faith even then. Everything will be okay, and God will sort everything, this was in my mind, but I am such a fool... such an idiot. Such a dumb. I kept praying, praying, praying every day. Every Mandir. No response? Fine! I was still ok with it. Somehow, after so many years, I handled myself a bit, then God again planned to play with me. Or destiny or whatever. Again a blow of the previous storm came and destroyed me mentally. Finally, when I started focusing on my career, I worked so hard for it, I literally started filling blank even then. I asked God to at least help me in it. Because this was the only reason of mine to live. Maybe I don't have any other reason to live even. I sat for exams so many times, rejection, rejection, rejection. But finally, after so much hard work, when it came at the end, I was about to get it. I prayed to God, please God, give it to me, and shit happened. I lost the job I was about to get. You won't believe I lost the job at Amazon just after praying, and this was the way God responded... like wow. Seriously, wow. Finally, I decided there will be no more prayers from my end ever again. If God gives me anything or not, that's God's choice, but I am not gonna worship for sure. It's not even appropriate. My soul is wretched now! Thank you, God. Thank you so much for making me suffer this much. Thank you for taking away all those things I loved the most, my job, my pride, my everything. Thank you for letting me live such a miserable life. These are the hours of sorrow. This is literally hell. Instead of help, you pushed me to hell. Thank you, God, thank you for changing my life so drastically. I think this is what I deserve for always being a good human being and for always thinking that I am God's precious favorite child. You ain't even exist, I guess, otherwise, you're evil.