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Crying is for the weak, and I am not a weakling. There are words etched in the nooks and crannies of her soul. She took those words with determination laced around them, with high walls she can not afford to let crumble. Raised in a fun filled family, with Love at her disposal, Khadeejah had a life of comfort, with her dreams following their beautiful paths of realization. But as they say, life happens not to be a bed of roses. And just like the clouds disperse after letting out their burdens, so did her life take a change towards a different dimension. The ever jovial girl was moulded into a lady whose smile seldom visits. And with her life filled with darkness, she finds herself living, but LOST IN AN ARID LAND. Will light penetrate through her life's crannies? Or would she be submerged in dreadful darkness all her life? Keep flipping through the pages to find out...
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