THE TABOO NIGHT

busy with work,

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what's wrong?" Lyl

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blem?" She asked not waiting

o much that you forget you have worth, those bastards are gonna lead you to hell, be y

he hard work of not being yourself is simply not wor

tic killer. I am not saying that they won't rat you out. All I am saying is that

y? Because they ain't Muslims...I'm not saying you shouldn't be friends with them but you're making a grave m

l statement, because who are you?

to be. In each moment the choices you make defin

at at any moment you

ach situations with a clear mind and you listen to your own impulses coming from deep,

tever you feed grows, which impulse you choose to act upon will begin to become a more

u wish to become and it will be so." Layla who's

's my be

who I want to....but what's really making me do all this? The longing sex I haven't hard, a year of marriage have passed, now into the second! and now all I want is something of mine to look

ltitude just like my mother and f

rs delight just

^^^^

ZAIB

dy." Adrian said for

pe that was filled with little stubbles. His pale skin looked so...right. The man had on a white cotton shirt with a silky blue vest and a pair of black pants, which tied everything together. The man who turned out to be my best friend even with his stupid talks and rants, one who will make your day with his jovial nature, the man who lived all by himself and cater for his need

re than a 100 times

truth then..."

him look even more like an Arab, it could be illegal. And then his eyes- they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue as a great body of water that softly melted into a milky green. This close, I could see the flecks of silver in his eyes. He had

I replied frustratingly as I passed

et over with this

't talk shit." I said as I

okay, I for

oking at the doctor who sat silently not

orried for our mate here

my hands i