A scentless flower
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Last published Fri, Apr 29, 2016
Poem on female oppression
(Although i firmly believe that if we follow the proper muslim conduct of life, female oppression won't exist, as islam gives the highest stature to the females of the society, be it in any form)
Just wrote this for a veryyyy dear friend/sister, who means the world to me
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