Prologue
The sound of my breath hitting back and forth towards the blanket fills my ear as i press them against my wrists hearing my heartbeat through my veins.
I squeezed my eyelids deliberately forcing my eyes to shut, hoping my brain would stop thinking about him, hoping my brain could stop assuming scenario's which would be irrelevant to even think of a few years ago.
The thought of him is either the sweetness of my heart or the knot in my stomach which i figure i cant yet digest. It aches to have to see me in a trance, constantly analyzing if what i feel is good or bad? Perhaps not all what you do is digestible?
Sacrifice the most beloved thing that you do which is the most disliked by Allah she said.
Took me almost forever to realize..
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Almost Never Existed
Spiritual"How do you feel about him?" "Like he never existed" "What do you mean?" "I don't know".... This book is based on true life changing actions and raw emotions. Bringing you to the journey of a normal girl battling to survive love and loss, deen and...
