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palestine-pain-war

What is it like to live in a world where bombs and gun shots are the first things you wake up to in the morning? What is it like to live in a world where birds are afraid to sing us a tune knowing we will kill every single positive vibe they have to offer? What is it like to never celebrate a proper wedding without bombing on us and killing half of the guests?

 I bet a lot of people wonder what’s it like to live in a snow globe, with no snow or glitter but instead we get to watch our loved ones suffer and die every day, we don’t get to watch a tree grow peacefully, we get to watch it die slowly and witness our tears and sorrowAll Rights Reserved

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Dil Mein Ho Tum (Completed) (BOOK 1 OF 'DIL' SERIES) by Miss_dreamy_writer

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I Can't Let You Go (COMPLETED) by Miss_dreamy_writer

#1 - Muslim | 16-11-2024 #1 - Urdu | 11-11-2024 #2 - Desi | 16-11-2024 #3 - Strong Female Lead | 16-11-2024 #4 - Replaced Bride | 30-10-2024 #8 - Love Life | 11-11-2024 #36 - Happily Ever After | 27-10-2024 #14 - Family Issues | 31-03-2025 #75 - Muslim Love Story | 3-10-2024 *** I stormed towards him, anger blurring my sights. The moment I was in front of him, I grabbed hold of his collar with my both hands. As I yell, "Are you cheating on me, Shahzain?" Seems like I took him by surprise, it took him a whole minute to realize what was happening right now. And the moment he did, he loosen my hold on him and pushed me, which had me stumbling back. "Even if I do, it shouldn't matter. I was forced into this marriage, Sobia." He yells back. "I didn't have a choice. But you had. You shouldn't have agreed to this marriage." Only if he knew, all my life it wasn't me who got to select the choice. Neither is this one, the most important one in my life. "I won't tolerate this. Either you leave me or leave her." I stated, anger clouding my senses. He walked towards me and took a hold of my chin in his hand and stated clearly. "And where's the fun in that? You ruined my life. I promised to ruin you till death do us a part." I pushed him hard. I had already suffered much from my so-called family. And I refused to get suffered by my husband. It's all about the limit. The moment I had my limit of misery and pain, I will end all of this. "Are you sure, it's not the other way around?" A humorless chuckle escapes my lips, as my darkest shade of eyes met his grey ones. "Also, just wanted to correct you, my dearest husband. You can't ruin what's already ruined, Shahzain." "And if I find out that you kept meeting her behind my back. I will ruin you and that lover of yours." With that I stormed out of our room, making up my mind.

Faith💙 by Androgynous-

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Unknowingly Halal (lawful) by love_angell

I stare at him horrified. it couldn't happen my life was already ruined, and I don't want it to be ruined any further. No! It can't happen! I screamed in my head and clutched my head with both of my hands. "No. I don't want this" I whisper shaking visibly. "Adiba... please calm down... listen I want to tell you something.. just calm down" he tried to calm me down in a very gentle voice but how can I? did he forget what he did to me? if he then I will remind him. I look up at him and wipe my tears furiously and clean my face. sighing I said. "I want to abort" I exclaimed and his gentle face turned into his usually angry face. "What the f*ck did you say?" he yelled and take step toward me. but I didn't flinch this time and matched his angry face with mine. "I said I want to abort this sinful thing!" I screamed at top of my lungs. "Shut the fu*k up, Adiba! this is not a thing and not sinful at all" he screamed back grabbing my both arms. and I gave him hateful glared "It is! did you forget you RAPE me!" I screamed and he suddenly left my arms and hurt made its way to his eyes. "Did you forget you RAPE a married woman" I yelled grabbing his collar. "I didn't! But still, it's not a sinful thing Adiba... it's our... It's our halal child... Your my.. my WIFE Adiba!" He said his voice cracking and a lone tear escaped his eyes and I was staring at him like he lost his mind. How can I be his wife? I am already married to someone else. ****** #1 in emotional. 15/10/2020 #2 in emotional. 18/10/2020 #1 in obsession 11/03/2021 #1 in Muslim 11/03/2021

Rich Kids by BoomBox7373

Yes, it is sad... I am not prone to drama like the rest of you. Our lives are encompassed with monotonous events, the usual really: eat, sleep, work, repeat. But honestly, am I complaining? I can, I could have... But the question remains, do I even have the energy to spark up a fire? We could be flowers, adorning ourselves to appear more attractive for the bees' ocellus. Or glow brighter than the sun to entice. But why go through all that hustle when we can just live through the eyes of another? Seems simpler enough anyway. Suck the adrenaline rush of the stunners. The ones that even with just a sneeze, the entire earth would shake, sprinting towards them. Their being, the forbidden tree, strutting at the centre of the Garden of Eden. Their souls, Magnetite. We could attempt. But I do not want to. I try as much as possible to stay away from the disease. As thrilling as it may be: he who will swallow the apple seed must consider the size of his stomach. So why spend a thousand back-breaking years thereafter mopping up the residue? Have the moles drag down your name into the pits with them. Surely, we are not that desperate, are we? Never eye the wife of thy neighbour in fear that she just might be a white fowl with beautiful feathers. So why can I not just stay in my lane? Why can't we? So join in, enter my mind and live out your most exciting reality through the eyes of others. Read it, watch it, envision it. Better than allowing life to feed us up with a spoon of chaos, attracting a series of tornadoes into our mundane worlds. And maybe, we might just fall in love.

Unrealistic Reality by MysteriousIvi

There are some people who live in a dream world. A world where everything is perfectly fine. There are no fights, no pain, only happiness. These people see the bright side of everything, even the bad things in life. Then there are people who face reality. They know how much some things can hurt and how hard it can be to do the right thing. They have to make hard decisions, life changing ones. They get strangled in a web of lies, and once you're in, you can't get out. I belong to the second group and I am here to inform you that a perfect world doesn't exist. There is no such thing as 'a happily ever after.' We are all in the same game, just different levels. We're dealing with the same hell, only different devils. My devil is a killer and my game is to kill him. The only problem was I didn't know who my devil was. That's how the unrealistic game suddenly became a reality.

DO OVER 100 by kikasmiling

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Under the Influence ✔ by deadbeatvalentines

Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one that drives down the interstate and imagines what it would be like to steer just a little to the right and crash through the guardrails or drive off the side of a cliff, maybe hit a tree or two while going eighty miles per hour. Am I the only one that wants to know what it would be like to feel the sting of glass shattering from the windshield and cutting into your skin, blood trickling down your face and the copper taste hitting your lips. Would I scream? Would I try to escape and call for help or would I stay frozen in place? I wonder if anyone would really even miss me, would the world be different in any way? My work would have to find someone to work the night shift, someone would have to clear out my apartment so that a new tenant can move in, my mom and dad would have to pretend to be torn apart over the lose of their eldest daughter. I don't think much would change, I have no real significance in this world. I don't think any of my friends would be too terribly distraught over it, it's not as if there's anyone I talk to on a regular basis anyway. I push down on the accelerator, watching as the speedometer hits one hundred and I check my mirrors for cops, smiling to myself when I see that I'm the only car on the road at this hour. I turn up my radio and drive the familiar roads way too fast, sometimes swerving between the lines, unable to hear anything but the music vibrating throughout the entire car.

The Rich Emo: Ouran High School Host Club by graciegreat

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The Thin Line Between Us( Love and Drama) Completed by elmnur

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