You remembered that night, when you waited the whole day for Kristina to come back home (the dormitory), all anxious not knowing how she would respond to the thing you're about to give her.
Then late night, you heard the sound of her heels banging the floor.
You're afraid she might called you a terrorist, a preacher, a typical stereotyped muslim.
"Hey, we've been friends for quite a long time, I wanna give u something precious, something which is me. I love you, and hope u'd like it."
You slipped the red russian translation Quran to her hand. All worried. Maybe the friendship would end that night...
She saw it, took it and immediately hugged you tight.
And tears rolled down your cheek, out of relief and thankfullness.
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