He never left my mind—he was planted in my head.
At ages 15 and 20, we really believed we were in love. I have no one to blame but myself; I gave Salim my love, my heart, my body.
He owned me. He ruined me. He left me.
But, he loved me.
He really did.
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TOXIC (Love Between Two Faiths)
Non-FictionThey met on Snapchat. Fate wove an unexpected thread that day. He was a figure from her past, a boy she'd known in primary school. Back then, love was a distant dream, a word reserved for the grown-ups. But time had transformed them both, and the b...
