Noor Sasha

“I love the way she laughs when she squishes a tide-pod, especially that one time it burst, and she couldn’t stop apologizing. I love her clinical obsession with every shade of pink and how incredible she looks in it. I love the glow of her skin in the morning, as if the sun recognizes her as equal. I love how her smile is too big for her face, how her cheeks flush pink when I compliment her, and how her pupils grow in her eyes when we speak. I love the sound of her voice, silvery and sunny, especially when she shares stories of her childhood or asks me about mine. I love her ambitions, her passions, her dedication, and devotion to her craft.” I steal in a breath when beads of tears appear at her waterline. “I love everything she fails to love about herself.”
― Noor Sasha, When Life Gives You Lemons

“What’s on your mind?”
“You.”
I sigh a smile. “Who’s on your mind?”
“Always you.”
Now I chuckle. “Where’s your mind?”
“Wherever you are.”
“When is your mind?” I pull back, knowing there isn’t an ans—
A smirk. “Never not thinking about you.”
Ah, shit. I narrow my eyes. “Why is your mind?”
He thinks for a second, holding my gaze. “If the why equals Nyla, then yes. Why is my mind.”
― Noor Sasha, Fake It Till We Make It

“Nyla . . .”
“Are you crying?” Nyla draws in a breath, her thumbs wiping away my tears. I am crying. “Gosh, Shahzad. Why are you crying, love?”
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, kissing her forehead and holding her close. “You’re so beautiful.”
― Noor Sasha, Fake It Till We Make It