The burka chaffed against the bruises her husband gave her. "I HATE Hate-filled men" he thought. Nasheeds reverberated through her Apple AirPods, making her wail in Arabic even as the Shwarma circulated through her broken blood vessels and washed away her (unmerited) fear of hijab nabbers after dark. "When you're a muslim, you can complain about anything you want (except your husband)" she said to herself, out loud.
>The burka chaffed against the bruises her husband gave her. "I HATE Hate-filled men" he thought. Nasheeds reverberated through her Apple AirPods, making her wail in Arabic even as the Shwarma circulated through her broken blood vessels and washed away her (unmerited) fear of hijab nabbers after dark. "When you're a muslim, you can complain about anything you want (except your husband)" she said to herself, out loud.
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