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The Akram's, the Sharif's and the Khan's are a perfect example of the internal struggle of keeping one's secrets buried. Each is too preoccupied with their own issues without realising that all those surrounding them are also. "What I had was a 'disease' according to them. And that's what even I had dismissed it as but as days passed, months passed, years passed, this 'disease' I had didn't seem to be getting cured. I questioned my existence and my religion most of all." "It was stupid to even think about it though. But how long could I keep this charade up in front of my parents? I had no choice to say no. Who would want to marry me if I couldn't even make them a father?" "She was going to be four this year and I still hadn't seen her face since that day...I cared too much about what people might say. I still did. A beep from the car behind me bought me to sense and I continued over the crossing. Just like I had continued with my life without her. That's all life is really. You just have to keep going on until your last breath.
Chapter 1 | The Akram's
