Don't tell me who to love

Name: Don't tell me who to love
Author: Hafsat Moh'd Arabi

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               In the cocoon of night, I found myself ensnared in the clutches of a recurring nightmare. Darkness surrounded me like an impenetrable cloak, and the air was heavy with the collective weight of fear. The distant sounds of sobbing and trembling echoed through the abyss, creating a haunting symphony that reverberated through the hidden corners of my subconscious.As I navigated through this nightmare, the darkness seemed to take on a life of its own, wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud. The cries of young girls, much like myself, filled the void with a piercing despair that sent chills down my spine. Each cry, each plea for help, reverberated through the cavernous space, creating an atmosphere of terror that I couldn't escape.The shadows seemed to dance, casting grotesque figures on the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of fear. I felt a tremor in my very core, a sense of foreboding that clung to me like a second skin. The room, shrouded in darkness, became a prison, and the unseen horrors within fueled my terror.In the dream, I struggled to discern faces, to make sense of the blurred figures that surrounded me. Some were in shock, frozen in their fear, while others wept silently. The darkness seemed to swallow their forms, rendering them as mere silhouettes of despair.Then, abruptly, I awoke, gasping for breath. The nightmare had released its grip, but its echoes lingered in the stillness of the night. My body was drenched in sweat, and my heart raced as if trying to escape the residual fear that clung to my waking moments.The room, now bathed in the gentle glow of the moonlight, felt both familiar and foreign. Yet, in the wake of the nightmare, a profound realization settled within me a stark awareness that my dreams harbored fragments of a past I couldn't quite grasp, a past that held the key to unlocking the mystery of who I once was. As I lay there, the haunting echoes of the dream slowly dissipated, leaving me alone with the unsettling knowledge that the answers I sought lay buried in the depths of my subconscious.The creak of the door echoed through the room, slicing through the remnants of the nightmare that still lingered in the air. Startled, I turned my gaze towards the entrance, where Mehd stood framed in the doorway, his concerned eyes searching my face for any signs of distress."Bee, are you alright?" Mehd's voice, a gentle melody in the silence of the night, carried genuine concern. His steps were cautious as he approached, and the worry etched across his features mirrored the concern in his words.I nodded, the residue of fear slowly dissipating. "It was just a bad dream, Mehd. Nothing to worry about," I reassured him, attempting to offer a faint smile to quell his c...

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