The 90 Between
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Last published Fri, Jan 30, 2026
~ their past united them but even ink fades overtime ~
When Waznah was 14, she fell in love with Qasim.
At 19, she lost him.
But when Waznah turns 27, echoes of her past come knocking on her door, bringing with them a second chance to write a new ending to her story.
However, Qasim, the man whose life became defined by a single diagnosis, had stopped writing his own tale long ago....
Note: This story discusses topics surrounding mental health that may be heavy for some readers. Read per your own discretion.
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