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Love Me Not - Copyright © Editing by MuslimPhoenix ~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸 "I'm going upstairs." I declared with a tired yawn, got up and made my way towards the staircase without waiting for his reply. However, my steps immediately ceased as my eyes caught the phantom of shadow that looked much like my mom's in the kitchen. Peeking in to take a closer look I discover that it truly is her. "Good evening mom." I greeted. "Evening Ad," she replied curtly without looking at me. Too formal? I'm used to it. It's not like I was expecting a hug or anything. Heh. I spun on my heels and headed back towards the stairs, then made my way to my room with one thought bombarding my poor brain. Why isn't she out today? I have hardly seen mom at home when dad's also here. Whatever the answer is I know that she is completely different from us. She is but a stranger in our cosy little world and we our intruders within her dimensions. We collide and never meet peacefully. That's a bitter fact that I learned back then, during a fateful day. That day. ~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸~🔸~ Just a fictional kind of Islamic love story I'm tryna write. Read on to know more about this muslimah's roller coaster journey! 🔸Started- 3rd June 2017 🔸Ongoing 🔸Under editing by @MuslimPhoenix Warning- I'm freaking lazy so I take ages to update. 88 in spiritual! Dt- 7 Oct '17 #80 in spiritual! Dt- 16 Oct '17 Thanks! ❤
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