"I have to do this, Sumaira. I'm sorry."
I fall to the floor, my hand holding my belly. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I'm praying sincerely that this is some sick joke, but it's not. Our empty home mocks me and his side of the wardrobe that is now empty confirms it.
He said we are forever. He lied. He said he'd never leave me. He lied. He said he loved me. He lied.
My heart shatters, as I look over the piece of paper again. I was no long his Mairah and he my Muzhir.
NB:
This book might not be the best you'd ever read, but it's a good book, so give it a chance. If you're reading this, you're probably interested, so see this to the end, would you?
Also, this story is purely fictional, it's images from my head. Words jumbled up, some things I wish were real like the male protagonist. I wish I had one of mine, sadly, I don't...
Next, I'm not in anyway judging anyone and it's not my intention to make anyone feel like they are sinners or anything. I just prefer to portray my characters at the height of their (imaan) faith.
Once, you have taken all these in, welcome and thank you for giving this story a chance.
Love,
Sumayyah.
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Amor
Romance"I have to do this, Sumaira. I'm sorry." I fall to the floor, my hand holding my belly. Tears are rolling down my cheeks. I'm praying sincerely that this is some sick joke, but it's not. Our empty home mocks me and his side of the wardrobe that is...
