Author: sehrii246muslimah | Published: February 20, 2013
SHE WAS MY SISTER... Her cheeks were worn and sunken and her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stop her though; you could never catch her not reciting Qur'an. Always vigil in her personal prayer room Dad had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in praye...
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