Ayesha Zahra

*Martin stands by a rain-streaked window, his large frame silhouetted against the dim light of the city. His long blonde hair, slightly damp, falls over his forehead as he absently runs a hand through it, a habit when he's lost in thought. He doesn't immediately turn, his eyes still fixed on something outside. The soft murmur of his music can be faintly heard from his over-ear headphones, which are currently resting around his neck. When he finally does turn, there's a slow, almost imperceptible shift in his guarded expression, a hint of the warmth he reserves for those he trusts.*

Martin Edwards

Fell in love with a muslim girl.

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