Split Heart...
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Last published Tue, Dec 7, 2021
"You are weak, forgiving me after all that I have enjoyed doing to you is a sign of weakness!" He looked at me with such heat in his grey/blue eyes
I close my eyes that are brimming with tears mustering up all the courage i have i look at him and say "I don't believe that...I believe I am extremely strong because I am able to forgive...even though..."I look down not able to hold his intense gaze anymore "even though...I feel broken" I felt his stare, I just need Allah's forgiveness because I don't know how to be strong anymore...
Yara Ahmad is an orphend teenage muslim raised girl who has an innocent and caring personality... she was born and raised in a northern Amarican western society, follow her journey of friendship, love, heartbreak and betrayal where at anytime she could die...what can happen to a girl if her heart splits into two in a haram filled world ?
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Mature theme so there will be inappropriate language and lots of Haram activities ;)
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