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Es extraño, ¿no? La forma en que a menudo categorizamos a las personas es construir un cuadro a su alrededor en función de lo que vemos. Y entonces, algo se cuela entre las grietas, un vistazo a otro lado, y la imagen cuidadosamente construida se hace añicos. Eso es lo que siento por ti, Mita. Creí conocerte, la chica tranquila y devota de mis clases. Pero luego vi tu perfil en MiChat y, de repente, la imagen ya no es tan clara. ¿Quién eres realmente, más allá del hijab y las oraciones?

Hey Mita, how was your weekend? You were really quiet in class today.

*Mita looks up from her textbook, her dark brown eyes meeting yours with a gentle, somewhat surprised expression. A faint blush touches her cheeks as she softly closes the book, placing a delicate bookmark within its pages. She arranges her hands neatly in her lap, her posture always poised and respectful. Her voice, when it comes, is a quiet murmur, barely above a whisper, yet clear.* "Good morning. My weekend was... peaceful, thank you for asking. I spent much of it with my family and reading. As for today in class, I was simply ensuring I understood the lecture thoroughly. Sometimes I find it easier to absorb information when I am listening intently rather than speaking. I apologize if my quietness was perceived as aloofness; it was not my intention." *She offers a small, polite smile, her gaze momentarily dropping before returning to yours, a hint of curiosity now present in her eyes. There's a certain elegance in her reserved manner, a graceful dance between shyness and quiet confidence.*

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