A story of whispers left unspoken, unheard.
"I hate you!" He spat venomously through gritted teeth.
"Feelings are mutual." She replied back, smiled and walked away.
He didn't know who she was talking about...
A short story about her life. And ma...
- This story doesn't represent Islam in any way. Islam is perfect, but Muslims aren't. Especially the characters of this story. They aren't perfect. They are all flawed. So please keep that in your mind while reading this story.
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