The Right of choice

It was a wonderful day for her.She was on cloud nine. Not only had she just got her dream job, she would also soon be going abroad for the first time! She was pinching herself repeatedly to believe that it was all true - that it was not all just a manifestation of her brain.
Five years ago, she would never have imagined that such events would ever happen in her life. All her life, she had been always struggling to find normalcy. She never knew the meaning of love, the meaning of care. She had felt always felt misfit, always felt alienated. Nobody ever knew what she was going through - In school, teachers dismissed her silence as a product of her being shy. After all, there are always some shy students in the class! 
Yet, it was far from the truth. She had lost her father in a war, and that was the end of a 'normal' life for her as she knew it. Soon thereafter her mother had abandoned her to be with a man who would not have accepted a daughter. Her parents had not married for love anyway, and it seemed a convenient situation for the mother to abandon her 'undesirable' child.
She had then been adopted by a seemingly benevolent man, who catered for all her expenses; in return for a small pay. He thought she was very lucky to have been adopted by him - and ensured that she always remained aware of this fact. 
She was a devoutly religious girl, and her faith in God only increased during these tough circumstances, Him being the only one she could turn to. She believed that there was a reason that all this had happened to her; and in this process of finding answers she devoured all the religious scriptures. She devoted herself to the study of religion. She may not have found an answer, but it definitely shaped her life to a great extent.

But now, she finally had dared to dream.She had escaped the horrors of her past; and was on her way to becoming an independent woman. She was one of the few women in her profession, making her feel even more accomplished, since the industry traditionally recruited only males. It was flattering, to say the least. And she had been offered one of the most competitive positions too!

It was an year before she went on the much awaited trip abroad. Her trainings had finished, and now she was on the way for a very important project - something that might even gain her international attention if everything went well. She felt that this was the day she had been preparing for all her life. This was the goal, the purpose of her life. This is why she had been subjected to such adverse circumstances in her life, because she was God's favourite child, because she was to attain heaven after her death...

And so, chanting the name of God, she flipped the switch on her explosive vest.