Novels by Gifted

Chapter 20There are days my pain is so elaborate...that the salt of my tears tastes not of my ownbut like that of my ancestors —and the women who dealtwith this sorrow before me. — Segovia AmilMy Sleepwalking started eighteen months after my child was killed.The first time it happened, I’d fallen asleep in the minister's bedroom and woken on the staircase landing, between his floor and mine. It wasn’t yet dawn when I woke up, so I’d quickly made my way to my bedroom, to make it look like I’d decided to leave him early. The next time I wasn’t as lucky, and I’d been woken by the minister's kick. I’d fallen asleep on the staircase landing again, and he’d found me on his way downstairs.“ Have you finally gone mad or something?” he’d barked. “My friend, get off the floor before the servants start to gossip. you are mad?”I immediately scurried back to my room, where I spent the better part of the morning thinking of what could have

“And she embraced the chaos and it painted her life with purpose” . JH.HARDI am the daughter of a woman who was never allowed to love herself. My mother was a giver—never a taker. I watched her shrink, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of her but exhaustion and silence. She would serve, she would sacrifice, she would swallow her needs whole just to make space for everyone else. I saw it in the way she only ate half a plate of food, in the way she never spoke up when she was hurting, in the way she poured every ounce of herself into us—until she was empty.I tried. Allah, I tried to teach her that she was allowed to love herself, even though I couldn't love myself. That she was allowed to be more than just a mother, more than just a caregiver, more than just a body built for service. I begged her to rest, to take up space, to demand more. But she would only smile, tired and worn, and whisper, “This is what mothers do.”I told h

“This is not a mere story, this is the Story of how I lived and I want you to read it, don't cry for me, don't be sad at least I survived. Maybe” By meChapter 18“yusuf!” I exclaimed, glaring at him. “What’s the meaning of this?”“And you’re here sauntering around the house like you own it,” he sneered, his grip on my arm tightening. “Look how your skin is shining. You really are enjoying my father’s money. Who would have ever thought you were such a viper? A money-hungry viper!”I tugged at my arm, desperate to break free, but he held on tighter.“You didn’t struggle with my brother, but instead gave him a free pass to the honeypot between your legs.”I tried to wrestle my hand away, but he only just held on tighter.“To think I had you right there before me but chose to be the perfect gentleman,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “I could have slept with you in that dump you call your house, but I was there thinking you wer

Chapter 17 “No lover leaves a rose garden without blood on their hands” Mitch Nihilist “zeynep!” it was a noun, a verb, and an exclamation all at once. I looked away, unable to face him, unable to look at the pained expression on Yusuf's Face. “And there you were planning to drive all the way to India to see her,” Ibrahim chuckled. “Looks like you've saved a trip!” “You’re my dad’s wife?” yusuf’s voice conveyed every emotion he must have been feeling; shock, pain, disappointment, and confusion. “You’re the one who married my father?” He glared at Ibrahim before turning back to look at me. “And you’re sleeping with him?” “Let me leave you two lovebirds to catch up,” Ibrahim sniggered, putting on his shirt. “I’m sure you have a lot to ‘talk’ about. And apologies, dear brother. I couldn’t deliver all those letters you sent to her, for obvious reasons.” “Was this why you had me come home before dad ? So I would see you with her?” “Like I said

Chapter 16 “Death is so strange, why is her room still intact like she would return” Unknown We rode in silence, with him reading his newspaper the whole time. Looking at him, I was certain he knew of my ongoing affair with his son. The same way he knew I was all too aware of his own numerous trysts. But apparently, putting up a show with a beautiful wife at his side was more important to him. I knew better than to try to make any conversation, so I just kept my mouth shut.It was only a 30-minute drive, but on getting to the venue, I immediately regretted wasting my beautiful outfit on such a local affair. Apparently, one of the minister's office workers was marrying off his daughter, and had made him the chairman of the occasion. We stood out like a sore thumb, with the locals captivated by the glamorous Mercedes Benz, but even more so by the beautiful wife.“Is that a human being or a spirit?”“You've got an eye for good things at

Chapter 15“And she embraced the chaos as it painTed her life with purpose” JH.HARDWill I ever be happy? Will I ever be fine?I lost my hope within this time.I tried my best to be okay,But I never felt that anyway.I was on my way to a new beginning,Then this depression started getting in.Today my tears slowed for a momentAnd the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should knowI miss you,I feels the painOf loss and grief and misery,Of never seeing you again.Sometimes l feel quite angryThat you left when you promised to stay,Sometimes I feel abandonedBecause you chose to go away.I worry that we failed you,I'm scared l let you down,And although you decided to leave meI wish you were still here now.I wonder if I could have done more,Even though I know that we tried,I understand this is forever,I feel empty, deep inside.If only i could have told youThat I love yo