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Nabeeha Fathima Mohammed Arshad

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Nabeeha Fathima Mohammed Arshad

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It was one of those nights,

When she sat silently in the confines of her room.

Quiet and peaceful,

When it was anything but inside her head.

She waited patiently for the war to end.

Silently preparing to lose a part of herself.

As the final drop of blood touches the ground,

She feels neither victory nor loss.

How can she when the war is between

A stubborn mind and an adamant heart


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