this is not my story, but i would like to share with you :

When I remember the story I am about to narrate, I usually feel a sting in my heart. Infact, I think it would be more befitting if I should cry.

This is what happened about 7 to 8 years ago:
I was in class once. The class had either free time or the teacher still wasnt here.. I really dont remember. What I do remember is everyone in the class was Muslim.

Beside me waswas..well, this sister. I really didnt know her much. Infact, othe...


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