She was asked to tell the truth. Unless she wanted to hear it from a gynaecologist in an awkward clinic with awkward potted plants. She swore nothing had happened yet the Quran was brought out, in its sacred yellow lihaaf.
There was no child inside her belly. Only a taint upon her name.
There was no child inside her belly. Only a taint upon her name.
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Powerful.
Sigh.
And the taint will always remain , no matter what.
Goosebumps all over. Nice imagery. <3
Striking. And intensely true.
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