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How It Went
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Ongoing, First published Jul 20, 2020
Mature
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!
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"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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A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019