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through my blurry vision, i instantly made out his figure.
mustafa khan.
we never really liked each other since the beginning. he was irrational and a troublemaker and i was quiet and thought through things before deciding. my most fond memory of mustafa is of him pushing me down the stairs because i wanted my barbies to marry his action figures.
any other day, i would've pushed him away.
any other day, he would've never have even lend me a helping hand.
but that day was different.
before that day, i had never seen mustafa get angry. like fuming angry. but he was possessed. that military camp had really paid off; he took on two giant grown men alone. maybe it was adrenaline in his veins that made him insane. i didn't bother doing anything other than crying like the pathetic excuse of human i was.
when two bodies fell to the ground unconscious, he looked at me, breathing hard. then, his gaze fell to my torn shirt, travelling to the growing bump. his eyes widened. he stopped breathing. it was like he was asking for an explanation. something i couldn't really give him.
later, he helped me up, gave me his jacket to cover up my dignity and without any questions asked, drove me back to my dorm.
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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.
