Rabia - My Friend Mom
Rabia was the kind of woman people noticed without trying to. She has a quiet grace about her. She was my friend’s mother. In the soft green light of the forest, with tall trees standing, she looked calm, composed, and effortlessly beautiful. I knew her story. Her husband had chosen another woman, and left her behind. I have had an unspoken crush on her, which she knew, since I never tried to hide it, my quiet admiration. The three of us, my Afak, Rabia, and I, had traveled together many times. But the truth was simple, I wanted to spend some time with her, so I always invited Afak with her mother to tour many places. And at that moment, I got to spend some time with her. And now, here we were again, on a picnic deep in the forest, surrounded by greenery and quiet moments.
About Rabia - My Friend Mom
Rabia was the kind of woman people noticed without trying to. She has a quiet grace about her. She was my friend’s mother. In the soft green light of the forest, with tall trees standing, she looked calm, composed, and effortlessly beautiful. I knew her story. Her husband had chosen another woman, and left her behind. I have had an unspoken c...Read more