“A believer is not he who maligns, curses, or is obscene or vulgar.”
─Hadith; Tirmidhi.
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AYRA
Lying down on the bed next to Maha, I desperately wait for Rohaan to come back. I've been feeling guilty for telling him that I hate him.
But I have no idea what’s wrong with me. One second, I’m fine and the next I start crying. The hormones are killing me, I swear. God, my conscience yells, he was only teasing me.
And the fact that he's not picking his phone up is making me go crazy mad.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. I smile, thinking that it's Rohaan. But when I check the caller ID, it's his father’s name that swims around.
Sighing and feeling ten thousand kinds of disappointed, I pick it up and press the phone to my ear.
"Salaam, Uncle." I say, trying not to seem
