Something was jigging and worrying in his brain; it felt like a hive of bees, stirred up by a stick.

My father hired you to protect me," Ahmed said, "not to go off chasing men."  Grandma leaned forward, keeping her eye on the Taurus. "We think this guy killed Fred."  "Who's Fred?"  "My uncle," I told him. "He's married to Mabel."  "Ah so you're avenging a murder in the family. This is a good thing.

“I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more

Social service is the only association where we render our services with a signed contract with soul and not with our signature for pay.

Written By Sabeena azeem.

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