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This is a halal love story between a man in Italy and a woman in Pakistan, arranged by their...
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Ayesha's room was a serene sanctuary amidst the hustle of her household. The walls were painted a soft, soothing lavender, exuding a sense of calm. Delicate lace curtains framed the large window, allowing the sunlight to filter in gently, casting a warm glow across the room.
Her bed, adorned with a plush white duvet and an assortment of pastel-colored cushions, sat against one wall, providing a cozy retreat. A wooden bookshelf, filled with her favorite novels and Islamic literature, stood proudly in the corner, showcasing her love for reading. Above the bookshelf, a framed calligraphy piece of a Quranic verse added a spiritual touch to the decor.
A small, antique desk was placed near the window, neatly arranged with her study materials and a laptop. On the opposite wall, a wardrobe with mirrored doors reflected the room's tidy ambiance. A soft, floral-patterned rug lay beneath her feet, adding a touch of warmth and comfort to the wooden floor.
Personal touches were evident throughout the space - a bulletin board adorned with photographs and inspirational quotes, a jewelry stand displaying her modest collection of accessories, and a small potted plant adding a hint of nature.
Overall, Ayesha's room was a harmonious blend of tranquility and personal expression, offering her a peaceful refuge from the outside world.
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Ayesha's eyes fluttered open as the soft chime of her alarm filled the room, gently pulling her from the depths of sleep. She reached out to her bedside table, silencing the alarm with a practiced motion. The early morning light filtered through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns on her lavender walls.
She stretched and sat up, glancing around her room, finding comfort in its familiar serenity. Sliding off the bed, Ayesha made her way to the small en suite bathroom to perform her ablutions. The cool water refreshed her senses, preparing her for the day ahead.
Returning to her room, she opened the mirrored doors of her wardrobe, revealing an array of neatly hung clothes. She selected a simple yet elegant abaya in a soft shade of blue. After dressing, she approached the full-length mirror, ensuring the abaya fell perfectly.
