NUR
We were inside a mosque. Wait, no. It wasn’t just any mosque––it was the London Central Mosque. Mama stared at me with tears pooling her big eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Nur,” She said and swathed me in a hug.
I couldn’t describe the soul-tearing pain I was feeling. My eyes felt all weird and swollen from crying too much but it was my heart that I was most worried about.
It was shattered and I didn’t know why I felt such a searing pain. My blood was gushing through the aorta at such a fast rate that I feared I would pass out any second.
“It’s time,” Mama said, pulling back and wiping away the tears. She checked her phone while I continued to feel that numbness.
Papers were thrust in front of me and I lifted my shaking hand to sign them with the pen Mama handed over. I was getting marrie
