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my tummy wasn't big as the other women on the internet were. i was four months along but it didn't really stand out.
also, sweatshirts are a miracle.
i got in a habit of staying up all night praying for a way out but i wasn't sure what that was.
did i want my father to accept his disappointing daughter and her child? me losing my child? finding someone who would help me? all i asked Allah was for comfort. to end my suffering. and i awaited his response. and i waited. and waited. waited till i was five months pregnant.
mustafa knew something was up. he pegged me to tell him in the kitchen of the restaurant. he thought his lame jokes and charming smile would make me grow soft on him. we had grown up together, i wasn't going to give up.
but one saturday as I finished up my shift around nine pm as i walked back to dormitory, i felt the present of two stranger men following me.
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love, starlightyoong
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Short Story•Completed• "i'm sorry. it's not pity that i'm showing you, it's a goodbye to someone very special to me." Amna's life has been turned upside down and she is writing it all out as she buries the anguish burning inside her.
