The Art Of Letting Go

The Art Of Letting Go

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Your heart can't just let go of something it got used to. Feelings being one of them. Or the past. Either way there's always something you can't let go of. Letting Go is an art perfected by artists who know how to forget. Caught between memories and feelings. Can two souls just let go and become one? ........... Intro in the first chapter. ........... Check out my other book,It started with hijab if you interested in more hijabi stories <3
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No matter how close you are to them, there are certain things you just don't say. No matter how lonely you feel, there are certain people you just don't befriend. No matter how much you've fallen, there's always a guy you shouldn't give your heart to... Sadly for me, I learnt the last one only after I had gotten my heart broken. They say that you shouldn't look down upon anyone, or you will be put in their situation and made to experience the crisis. When I was fourteen, I had rolled my eyes at a girl who was sobbing histerically over a guy who liked her best friend. And I was probably paying the price for that now. However, I was trying my best to fit my feet in the shoes I had been given. I was trying and I was managing just fine. What I didn't need was a trouble maker who entered my life without permission. The guy who claimed to be bowled over by me, the one with a broken heart. Little did he know, I had entrusted myself to Al Malik, The Owner of me and my heart. And if he had to reach me, he had to do so by pleasing Allah. Which wasn't possible for a guy like him. Or so I thought.

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