Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)
It has been a few months since the whole Imraan incident. I cut off all contact with him after he tried to reach out. I think he and Ruzba are done, but hey… I couldn’t care any less. I cried for a whole week before I got over it and moved on.
The only thing I can’t get over is the regret of lying to my parents. I broke their trust. The day my father walked into my room and saw me covered in bruises and stitches, I expected him to explode. He sighed and sat at the foot of my bed. “What have you got yourself mixed up in Nusaybah?”, he asked me in a very disappointed tone that made me feel so guilty that I wished he had exploded instead.
“I… I… Got into a fight with a girl. I’m sorry…
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