Amina was the sloppy princess. She would always ticks her mother off. She grew up and was arranged to be married to a prince from another province. It was her schoolmate. The one that torn her apart and breaks her heart. Will they dive deeper into their pool of emotion and love? Will they stay true to the arranged marriage? Or will they break and fall apart? "I know ummi, I know. I'll do it or our family will be in a state of ruin. I'll do it because I want to." I bravely told ummi though I was breaking slowly inside. "I've always wanted you to be mine but never in a state where you'd feel forced into this marriage. I thought things could change between us but there's no going back now. What's done is done." Ali said to me while tears trickled down my red cheeks.

One shots. Relatable things. For girls, And guys. For muslims, And muslimah. For all, That needed to let things out, To clear your mind, To explain the pain, The anger, The trust, The hatred, The love, The little things.