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The taste of my own tears The taste of my own tears part One By Zeeshan I still remember the first time I saw her. It was on Bigo Live, back when I was just a kid in 4th grade. Her name was Naveera — a girl from Karachi. And me? I was Zeeshan, a boy from Kashmir. Two souls on either side of a border that has always been more than just a line on a map… A border that has stolen countless dreams, friendships, and love stories. But not mine. Or so I believed. In the beginning,…