The Struggle Within

The Struggle Within

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Author's Note: This is the narration of a Muslim girl and the struggles to return to the right path. The path towards nothing else, but Allah (God), and His Paradise. I speak of religion. Let us take a journey for our souls. Allah is Merciful. Corruption. A distant past. Her innocence was lost to a cruel fate. Her faith forgotten. Her name rearranged to fit a plastic appearance in the midst of an adolescent society. Her title degraded. Shame. But the attainable hope was beyond her comprehension...
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When she gave love a chance, it turned out wicked. Rania gave up and focused on getting a degree and building a career path. It was during this trying period in her life that Rayyan, a man of means and achievements; walked in, offering her guidance, protection, and unwavering support. She by all means pushed him away with everything except reason. She knew how strongly she could love a man like this, and this was what terrified her. If she gave her all, would the wickedness visit her again? She would sooner die than allow another man to cut her heart to shreds. "Struggles of a Muslimah" is a story of betrayal, intense love, deep bonds, family, career, friendship, and heartfelt romance. Read on to unfold the journey of overcoming fear, doubt, depression and negativity. Media Res: Rayyan and I were both naked under the sheet. I rested my head on his chest, hard and sinewy. "Having sex is so strange," I murmured. Rayyan pecked my forehead. "No, it's not." "I've always wanted a daughter, Rayyan. I don't want sons." "Let's have a daughter then," he said, reaching for my waist. I stopped him. "Your son is just three months old." **

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