How It Went

How It Went

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We don't choose which direction we grow in- some of us grow into the poisonous hands of satan's spawn or find ourselves trapped beneath the bubbling surface of a curse. What happens when your life, love, family, friends and faith are on the line? Finding love is difficult; finding love as a Muslimah in a corrupted world is drastically challenging and on occasion, it comes at the price of ourselves. Maira struggles with an endless game of roulette against herself from forgotten birthdays to missing persons. There's a price paid for every player. How she pays for it? Well that's a story! -- "The stiffness of my body merged into a quiver, my respiration picking up weight from my strong abundant of emotions. Hot tears met my cheeks, continuing its journey down my jawline and finding itself lost down my neck rapidly. I froze as his lips intruded the patches of tight skin lined up against my jawline, traveling towards my ear and dangerously lowering down my neck. Chills erupted throughout my being at my inability to comprehend how something could feel so disgusting and good concurrently. My confusion, defeat, and fear was enough to strike me into silence. It was just a nightmare, yes, but fragments of what I had lived through not too many years ago."
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{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

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