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She was like a butterfly in spring. Flying from one garden to the next with her face pulled in a bright smile. He was like a lonely Eagle. Soaring through the winds at high speeds, looking for happiness. Life threw curveball on curveball in her path, yet Hoor never complained. When he made way into her life, Hoor chose to not see the beauty that he possessed. Blinded by the standards set by society. They were facing troubles on their own. Together they were a force to be reckoned with…