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BASHIR STARED AT THE CEILING deep in thoughts as he laid on his bed. He has been there since after praying Isha' which was like an hour and a half ago.
His mind was fully on Fatimah, like it had been for a while.
He couldn't get his eyes to flutter close and slip to let his mind rest. Whenever it does though her eyes appear in the dark abyss looking helpless.
Harshly tugging at his phone, his charger flew out of the socket together with it. A hiss escaped his lips as he disconnected the phone from charging. Trying to distract himself he logged on some of his social media accounts but nothing captured his attention until he gave up.
Nothing could save him. He concluded.
Nothing could take his mind off her no matter how badly he wanted it. He couldn't sleep knowing they were
