"On the Day of Resurrection, Allah will not look at the person who trails his robe behind him out of pride."
BUKHARI AND MUSLIM.
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EMAD
I pace the room. Left to right. Repeat. Repeat.
God, have I messed up too bad?
I feel rather contrite for having done that. You know, hurting her and all.
I never wanted to cause her pain. Fine, maybe I did for a millisecond! But I didn't want her to fear me. Ever.
Does she fear me now? Is that why she isn't coming back? Does she think I am a monster?
Am I a monster?
Oh Lord, I never want to answer that question.
Finally deciding I can't wait any longer, I stroll through the corridors and outside into the humid breeze.
I close the gate partially and am about to walk forward when my eye catches a movement to my left.
Disinterested- yet, a lit
