IN YOUR EYES
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Last published Thu, Aug 7, 2025
She wears a hijab and carries her faith with quiet strength.believe the things that happening with her was already written on her RIJIK. on the other hand
He wears a uniform and carries the weight of war on his shoulders.
They were never meant to meet-but fate had other plans.
When two worlds collide in a war-torn place, love becomes the most dangerous battlefield.
Can a Muslim girl with dreams of peace heal the heart of a soldier who's forgotten what it means!
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