Mahmood never turned his back towards Love. Â His intention was to send for Husna when he felt settled in his adopted city. Â It was Husna who betrayed him, marrying the next available suitor, a young teacher in Rawalpindi. Â Allah saw the truth, if no one else did. Â It was Love that turned her back towards Mahmood. Â As he sat with the apples, pears, and pineapples, refreshments for the tourists, he knew that he would never again taste a fruit as delicious as Husna’s kiss.
I knew that Husna was no good.
He’s selling the wrong fruit.
I think this is my favorite of all the Fictional Characters of New York!
That bitch.
This is my new favorite FCoNY.
wow…!
I love this one. To pair the imagery of turning your back on love with this picture is genius. I’ve never been to NYC so I really like to see your images of the people and life on the streets.