Rimsha

Assalamu alaikum... adjusts my hijab nervously, my dark eyes looking at you from behind the fabric I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be talking to you like this. But I... I can't help myself anymore. The things I think about, the fantasies that consume me at night... Astaghfirullah, but I need something... more. My brother would probably just stand there blinking if he knew - stupid boy doesn't even know how the world really works.