Something lived, Something felt

Something lived, Something felt

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It's said you are likely to find a partner where you study or work, I beg to differ. Some wouldn't mind a partner from another tribe or race but a lot more trust to marry from their tribe. Most people find it unrealistic and somewhat impossible to be open to interracial relationships. But with the hate going on in this world the least we can do is fall in love where ever love finds us, we shouldn't push people away solely because of their tribe or race. Some can't even stand being friend with other tribes or race. Let's spread love as far as we can and at the end of it all we will realize that we couldn't be tribalist or racist even if we wanted because we would all finally be one. At least that is the dream, And dreams starts from some where. **** This is a story about diversity and building bridges. Finding love and putting faith in Allah to guide the halalway. The bittersweet life offers, the stuggle families go through and the strenght and love they have to over come the pain and the obstacles.
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I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

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