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She Is My Hayaat

She Is My Hayaat

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Chocolate and Peace By hayatiofparadise Completed

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest.
          "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness.
          No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah.
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Gzdezdemir531 Gzdezdemir531 2 days ago
Your writings are influenced by your very good writing style I want to write like you I use a controversial format in my first writing I am very happy to read and comment on the saddle
Gzdezdemir531 Gzdezdemir531 2 days ago
Yazınız çok güzel  bende yeni bir tartışmaya açık yazı yazıyorum benimkinede bakıp yorum yaparsanız çok sevinirim .Lütfen
Assalam u alaykum v rehmatullahi v barkatahu.. Nice intro eager to read...
Loving the way you write the summery 👌💓.. Interesting☺
Tai898 Tai898 3 days ago
Walaikumsalam sis .. we are Muslims so we don't hate right ? 😙
Waalaikumusslamm!!!!startinggg to read the storyy!!!!exciteddd!!!:))))