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"They don't give a shit about you, Zeenah, I am the only one that cares. Try to get that through your thick head." She sent Samira Bashir a text telling her she couldn't go. She didn't explain why, and there was no reply from her. She went to the dinner party with Abubakar. She smiled the whole time. Everyone told her she looked beautiful with the tight Ankara sewed in skirt and blouse he had asked her to put on, with the veil on her shoulder only for show. She didn't cry again that night after they came back. But she did cry the next day when she got a text from Hauwee asking if she's okay because Khadija announced she was ill.

The moment he came all he was doing was staring at the girls in the house first Maryam, then Sameera but unfortunately for him , he could not stare at me . My abaya is a protection from the eyes of men like him . Taking juice , he dismissed me I was looking back when all of a sudden I slammed into someone spilling the juice all over her dress . " WHAT THE HELL ! " My eyes widen in fear as the women in front glare at me in pure disgust . " Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry " I chanted , apologising again and again . She wrinkled her nose brushing her dress , " I am extremely sorry I apologise again " I blink back the tears threatening to come out. I don't know what's more bad coming in my day

We exchange a few messages, catching up, and for a moment, I forget the chaos around me. Then, Farah suddenly jumps, she lunges off the chair before I can react, her small body crashing into my lap. Her head smacks hard against my chin, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my jaw. Tears well in her eyes instantly, her wails piercing the air. My own eyes water from the impact, and for a second, I’m frozen do I scold her? Comfort her? Before I can decide, an elderly woman appears beside us, her wrinkled hands offering napkins. "Here, habibti," she murmurs, dabbing Farah’s cheeks with surprising gentleness. "Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay."

Yoori sniffed, buried her head in her hands, and broke into another wave of tears. She had been crying non-stop since she found Jas and another woman getting intimate. She didn't see any reason to cry over him or get sad at him since they were not lovers, but she couldn't stop her tears from brimming out of her beautiful brown eyes.

If she doesn't want him to see her without a hijab then he won't. She must guess his presence at the window as her hand searched for the hijab. She didn't even sigh in relief and wrapped herself first. She was shivering badly and tear stains were visible on her face. A reddish shade gleamed on her cheeks. She gingerly came closer to the window and slid it up.

“You are bastards. You just came to me for a moment. After you broke my heart, you left me alone." A woman with blood type A, as soon as possible, wipe away the tears that had appeared. She did carefully everything as if she did not want to ruin the makeup that had been applied since morning. Meanwhile, the other sounds that had been heard there had stopped. Abby, who did not realize this, returned her attention to the laptop screen and enjoyed the video, which still showed the same program. "Why am I even crying? Why did I feel sad?”

Jabal answered through his thought. "She's a witch!!" Someone yell Jabal tried to defend her to no avail. Jasmine was afraid and all she wanted was to run out of the class, never to return. Why would her hair suddenly change color?. She dyes her hair to cover the white, why is it suddenly white?. "Witch!!" Someone cursed

But, unlike Gia, Disya is sincere when she cries because she is touched. “Oh, how poor you are,” the old woman cried again as she carried Disya into her arms. “Look at these young girls. I can’t imagine the life you lead.” Gia’s wrinkled hands stroked the top of Disya’s head carefully. However, this time the old woman was really sincere about it; it was just that she didn’t know how to cry. All her life, Gia did not know what tears were. “I’m sorry I can’t say more than this. Because I can’t explain anymore,” said Gia, trying to give an excuse.

he added, pointing to the two women near the door. Tears welled in Aling Ida’s eyes. She felt so sorry for the girl. Whatever this young woman went through, it must have been hell. Gigi just shook her head as tears kept falling. JD saw the pain and fury in her eyes. He didn’t know what had happened to her, but something in him ached just watching her like that. He wanted to help—desperately. Her face was soaked with tears, full of grief. JD could see she’d been through something terrible.

Fahira replied, stepping away from Darian's strong embrace. Fahira quickly left Darian's office, holding back her almost-falling tears. She walked swiftly to the bathroom, entered one of the stalls, and turned on the faucet. Her body slumped weakly onto the toilet seat as tears streamed down her face. She pressed her chest hard, trying to suppress the pain that seemed to pierce her heart. Soon, she heard footsteps on the floor outside the stall, prompting Fahira to stifle her sobs. She bit her pen to prevent her crying from being heard by the person outside.