Predestined Love
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The voice called out again, sounding unsure of themselves now. This time, curiosity got the better of me and I had to turn around. I stood there stunned, as I made eye contact with the one person I thought I'd never see again.
After years of dreaming of what could have been, wishing that fate would one day somehow lead her back to Jameel, how will Amirah react when it all starts to come true?
~ But you cannot will, unless Allaah wills [al-Insaan 76:30]
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This is the first story I am ever writing to be published online so please leave comments including constructive criticism. It will help me greatly to improve my writing, as I have not written anything fiction based in a long time! The story is loosely based on true events (not necessarily my own).
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I hope you enjoy insha Allah x
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