"Love the one whom you love to a certain degree(moderately), for perhaps one day he will be the one for whom you feel hatred, and hate the one for whom you feel hatred to a certain degree(moderately), for perhaps one day he will be the one whom you love."
TIRMIDHI.
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MARIA
We walk in silence till we reach inside. Emad slams the door shut in my face. Grimacing, I reach forward and push down the door handle.
He looks straight at me as I step into the living room. I can practically see anger radiating off of him.
"What's wrong?" I squeak out, plopping myself onto the sofa.
He scoffs and points a finger in the direction of the door. "What's going on between you and him?"
I don't know why a wave of guilt sweeps over me and I quickly suppress it. I haven't done anything wrong. Have I?
