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i couldn't go to my job anymore. my roommate frequently asked me why i had out of the blue disappeared. finals were in a month. things kept getting worse and worse.
i would wake up at 2 in the morning, my body covered in sweat, my cheeks covered in tears. after that, there was no point in sleeping. i would haul myself out of bed, groaning in pain and pray. pray continuously for hours upon end until it was actually time for Fajr and then i would read the Quran.
i could hear father get up every morning, go the bathroom and i could do nothing but to sit and wish that one day father will come to forgive me.
also, turns out pregnant women need to take a lot of cautions.
father refused to take me to the hospital when my condition got worse, knowing people would look at him weird. a muslim daughter pregnant with an unknown man's kid.
his only solution:- get me married to mustafa and pretend it is his child.
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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.
