The Tragic Tale of a Lesbian Muslim couple

Disclaimer: 
1. This story contains instances of sexual violence and other sexual content and death of the protagonists. proceed with caution.
2. This is in no way intended to insult Muslims, I am a Muslim sinner myself.
 This is the story of two Muslim women, Khawla and Nusayba. They were orphans. They grew up in a facility for such kids. They were always seen with each other. They were always playing with each other or helping each other out. 
Once they hit puberty, they noticed that their feelings for each other got stronger. On being adults, feeling the other girl’s hands on their cheek would make them so happy and excited. They were now young women who earned money selling clothes which they themselves sewed. Their other companions would often speak of marriages and how they wished their husbands were. However our heroines were least concerned about marrying. They wanted a home. Their friends would laugh, "Your husbands would provide it for you". They would say, "We want our husbands living very close to each other then". Their friends would laugh at it. Some of them would say, "How will you satisfy your desires without getting married?". They would respond "We do not desire men". Their friends would concur, "If you can keep yourself chaste, do as you please". They weren't lying when they said they did not desire men. They never felt attracted to men.
They would occasionally tell each other, “Even heaven is worthless without you by my side, my beloved ''. They would even complement each other’s beauty to the extent that made the other blush. Nusayba was a fan of Khawla’s ice blue eyes. Khawla admired Nusayba’s long slender fingers a lot. Khawla’s eyes would widen each time she had Nusayba’s fingers against her skin, usually her cheek. Nusayba would forget herself seeing those eyes.
Finally they managed to purchase a home. They moved in together. The old women in the village were concerned about them being single. "How long will you live on your own? You will need a husband to provide for you." they would say. They would retort saying "By the kindness of the almighty, we can sustain ourselves. We have no desire for men. We have no need to get married". Those women would leave. 
In their free time, they would take a stroll around the village together. They would get excited at times and kiss the other one on the cheek. People watching them would think, "When will these girls grow up?". They never suspected them of being lesbians. In fact, Khawla and Nusayba themselves didn't suspect it. They would be wearing a top and leggings apart from underwear when they were alone. So they never saw each other naked.
One decisive night it did happen. Nusayba walked out after a bath. "I love your long black hair a lot." said Khawla. Nusayba responded, "Thank you bestie, you too have great hair." and they kissed each other on their cheeks. Nusayba then said, "Khawla, you have great eyes. And tender lips. And a beautiful straight nose". Khawla responded, "Your black eyes are beautiful Nusayba. Your lips and nose look good too. I love your slender fingers a lot. I can spend hours feeling them on my cheeks". Nusayba responded, "Your fingers aren't ugly either”. Then this crazy thought crossed Nusayba’s mind. “What does your breast look like?", she questioned Khawla. 
Khawla took off her top. Nusayba saw her navel for the first time in her entire life. Nusayba drove her fingers over her navel while staring at it. There they had transgressed limits. They didn't notice it. Khawla felt pleased. She closed her eyes and gulped down her saliva taking a deep breath. Then Nusayba took her hands behind Khawla’s back to unhook her bra.She looked at Khawla’s face. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see your lovely eyes.” Khawla opened her eyes. They had gotten wide. Nusayba unhooked Khawla’s bra while admiring her eyes. Khawla was enjoying every bit of Nusayba’s touch. Nusayba then examined Khawla’s breasts, putting her bra down. "Your breasts are so stiff sweetie. How do you maintain them? Mine sag", She commented.  "Show me" responded Khawla whilst being turned on. She had never experienced such horniness before.She had lost her senses to her lust. Nusayba took off her top and bra to show them to Khawla. The feel of Khawla’s stiff breasts had aroused her. Khawla looked at them and said, "That's a lovely pair. Can you jump a little?". Nusayba did as she was told. Both of them laughed at how her breasts jiggled. "I haven't gotten a proper look at your legs “, Said a horny Khawla. Nusayba responded, '' Show me yours as well". And they both stripped their leggings. They both ran their fingers over each other’s legs. Khawla was as usual pleasured by Nusayba’s touch. In her horny state, Nusayba too felt the pleasure of Khawla’s touch. Then they reached each other’s crotch. They kissed and sucked each other’s tongue and lips while putting their hand in the other’s panties. It was their first experience making out. They were driven mad by the pleasure. Then they stripped each other’s panties.
They tried to get a look at each other’s pussy. “You have lush pubes Khawla!” Nusayba said out loud laughing. “I shave once a month, it’s almost time for me to shave again. It looks like you shaved a week ago!” responded Khawla. Nusayba said, “I get it. I shave once a month as well. And I last shaved it a week ago.” Then Khawla lay down on her back. Nusayba lay down and started sucking Khawla’s pussy. Khawla felt really good. Then she felt something special. “There! There! Keep your tongue there. Ah! Ah! Ah! Feels too good ,Nusayba! Aaaah!”. Nusayba said, “You got my tongue dirty. Haha!” 
Khawla laughed along with her. Then she proceeded to do the same to Nusayba. In a few minutes Nusayba was screaming in pleasure. “It felt good to get my tongue wet like that. No lie!” Said Khawla. Then Nusayba inserted her right index finger in Khawla’s pussy. Khawla did the same to Nusayba. They moved them to and fro. Khawla was the first one to let out a moan. Nusayba joined immediately. “There! There! Stay there! Feels good! Ah! Ah! Ah! Continue. ” and they wet each other’s fingers. They repeated this multiple times till they were both exhausted. Then they slept hugging each other, naked. Their breasts were rubbing against each other. So were their pubes.
The next morning Khawla woke up to a sobbing. There was Nusayba sobbing sitting right next to her sitting naked. Khawla looked at herself and shockingly realized that she was also naked. The night passed through her memory. She immediately got up, got her clothes and threw Nusayba's clothes at her saying, "Wear it". They both put their clothes back on. There was silence for some time. But tears were rolling down their cheeks.
Finally Nusayba broke the silence, "Woe to me! I have been treacherous to you. I have made you unchaste. Woe to me! Woe to me!" and she sobbed. Khawla broke down at this, "Don't curse yourself Nusayba. I  am guilty of betraying you. Our Lord! We wronged our own souls. Forgive us! Forgive us Oh Lord!". Nusayba cried out loud and went to hug Khawla, then she pulled herself back," I don't want to wrong you again Khawla". Khawla said, "It's OK”. She went to pat Nusayba on her back, then she pulled her hand back,"I don't want to wrong you my love". They stayed away from each other and cried for some time.
Then Nusayba said without looking at Khawla, "Khawla, we can't continue living like this. I have to get away from you. If not, I might do it again to you”. Khawla responded, "I was actually thinking of moving out of this house for the same reason". Nusayba said, "No, don't! I will". Then they argued over it for some time till they finally reached a solution. Nusayba would toss a coin. If it landed on heads, Nusayba would leave. If it is tails, Khawla will. It landed on tails. Khawla packed her clothes and took some money with her. The next morning, she left the house. Before she crossed the gate, she locked her eyes against those of Nusayba's for one last time. They smiled and waved at each other through tears. Both of them were having their eyes overflowing. Khawla walked towards a distant city. Nusayba went inside to cry in peace.
Khawla was met by neighbours who asked her where she was going. She said, "I am going to a distant city for trade". Then she left before they could notice her tears. Nusayba lost her appetite in the absence of Khawla. She could hardly eat anything because she was worried about Khawla's safety. 
Two days passed. It had gotten dark on the third day of Khawla's journey. She felt someone was following her. She turned back to spot the silhouette of a creepy looking young man.She felt threatened. Then she noticed him running towards her. She was not ready to give up. She kept her luggage down and stood there prepared to thrash him. She threw her closed fist at him when he approached her. It landed on his nose. He moved backward involuntarily. He felt wetness over his moustache. He ran his hand over nose and understood he was bleeding. He was infuriated. He ran at her in anger. She flung her hand yet again at him. But this time he defended himself by hitting hard on her hand with one of his. She screamed with pain, but there was no one anywhere near. 
He pulled her veil off her head and threw it away. She was infuriated by this insult. She charged at him to hit him. Though he got hit and fell, he managed to pull her cloak off her body. He threw it away while he fell down. She was even more infuriated. She stamped on his crotch in mad rage. He screamed in anguish. He pulled her leg. She fell. But she managed to land on her palms and avoid getting hurt. 
He pulled her shirt off and threw it away. Her eyes started to get wet. She stood up. He held onto her hands with one of his and fondled her hands with the other. "That is some stiff boobs. I love them." He said. She somehow managed to get her right hand away from his hold. She then gave a tight slap on his left cheek shouting "Get away from me you perverted fornicator!". He fell down and bruised his arms. He now wanted revenge.She approached him to stamp him again. He pulled her by the  foot she raised to stamp him. She fell and the back of her head hit hard on the ground. She started to bleed. Khawla was getting a sensation of approaching death. She started to chant the Islamic proclamation of faith. She couldn't see anything. Low light, tears and a hit head together made her feel blind. She felt his hands near her hips. She moved her hands and legs in desperation. But they were too weak. He stripped her leggings off her. She was now wearing nothing but her panties. Then he stripped her completely naked. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Then he pulled his pants down.He lay over her and penetrated his penis into her vagina. She bled from her vagina as her hymen tore. He choked her as he continued raping her. She through her tears, pain and suffocation proclaimed her faith one last time and then she stopped breathing.
At the same time, Nusayba was also breathing her last breath. She was writhing in pain. Her heart was giving her trouble. She recited the proclamation of faith before she breathed for one last time at the same time as Khawla.
Khawla's attacker was done with her. He prepared himself to get rid of her. He took her body and walked in the opposite direction as Khawla did. He walked for a few hours in that fashion. He had covered half the distance Khawla covered. It was almost dawn. He dumped her body and her clothes in a nearby field and went away carrying her money. 
In the morning, when the farmer arrived at his field, he was shocked to see a dead woman there. They found a note in her luggage which had her name. They took the dead Muslim woman to the next town where they buried their dead after she was ritually bathed and clothed by Muslim women in the village. And they gave her a proper funeral and buried her.
It has been a week since the villagers spotted Nusayba out of her home. They wondered why the cheerful woman was nowhere to be seen. Some of the women decided to check her out. A strong stinking odour came out of her house. They called a man to help them break into the house. Once they got in, they were shocked to find the dead body of Nusaybah. They cried at the loss of a cheerful lady that spread happiness everywhere. They did everything for her funeral with a heavy heart and took her to the graveyard. They saw she was buried near a recently dug grave. They asked those in charge of the graveyard whose grave it was. They said, “It was a girl named Khawla. She was found dead in a field”. They asked more about her. They got to see her clothes and were shocked to see them. They had seen them before. It was their Khawla’s. They cried at the loss of the couple whom they saw like their own children.
Khawla and Nusayba lay there together. In life they were together. So were they in death.

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