"Nobody wants, my darling. Nobody wants my pain.
Or to be moved by tears, or for me to surrender to them.
Nobody wants, my darling. Nobody wants my pain.
On my pillow, I have no peace. I have bad dreams.
Until the final summer, until the world ends,
My fate is cursed.
This soul has no home, this soul has no tone.
Candles of a black dawn are burning.
My nightmares..."
- Teya Dora, Džanum.
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Too Little, Too Late
General FictionOn the day she got to know about him, Ayra Leilani Abdulaziz realised she wanted nothing more from the world than to be Ibrahim Fahad's wife. Years later, her dreams are coming true and she's in the one place she'd dreamt of all along: right by his...