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i wasn't the one who realized it though
mustafa had come at night from college. when he came to our room, he witness the blankets and my shalwar crimson red while i whimpered in pain in my sleep. he tried to stir me awake to no avail.
my useless unconscious form was rushed to the hospital. even my father joined mustafa to the ride there.
i don't know how long i was there lying cold in an awkward position as doctors and nurses hurried me into the emergency ward. drips were attached, my heart rate was monitored and they gave me anesthesia as they operated on me.
in my head, all i could see were the abundant amount of mistakes i had made ever since i went to college. my father had always been right. i wasn't cut out to take care of myself. my goal had been to prove to myself and to my family, but i failed nonetheless.
in process of that, i hurt everything near me.
including my 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.
