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Guess what? I am different. Shoot me

Guess what? I am different. Shoot me

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A guide for everyone who has ever felt alone. Every girl who has ever felt the need to say to someone "Do you know me? Do you know my story? No! Didn't think so, so you can shove your opinion up your ass" coming from a girl who is a convert to Islam, is mixed race, and openly a bookworm with geek-like tendencies, I have found myself wanting to scream that phrase atleast twice a day to some close minded idiot. But I feel everyone's experiences can provide help to someone else out there. So if ever you need advice just ask, the chances are, either I, or someone else can offer you advice. I would like to think that everyone who reads this can join this big family of 'oddities' who can offer each other help and advice. So this is the beginning of the family. I have just metaphorically given birth, and it wasn't that painful. So one big hug from Mama Nadiyah
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A marriage neither wanted. A hatred neither understands. Two strangers tied by a past that stains everything between them. He never wanted a wife. Especially not her. Cold, distant, and poisoned by assumptions, Amaan enters the forced marriage with one intention- to keep his distance and keep his resentment alive. Asmaira enters with something far heavier- guilt. Not to protect him. Not to save him. But because she knows the truth of what happened... and she cannot bear to confess it. They have never met. But the moment they do, the air turns sharp- full of tension, unspoken accusations, and the kind of hate that feels too much like longing. He despises her for a sin she never committed. She punishes herself for a sin she never confessed. And marriage turns into a battleground where silence is a weapon... and closeness is a threat. In this house, love is impossible. Trust is deadly. But hatred? Hatred is the only thing keeping them alive.

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