Aslan had woken up from his sleep sweating. He muttered a prayer, rubbing at his temple to wipe away the remnants of his nightmare. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, forcing his racing heart to calm down.
His nightmare was vivid and he felt a sudden pain tug at his heart. He felt as if he was living the events that took place over and over again. His heart constricted with pain and he felt his body shake as fear overtook him. It was back, his nightmare was back. He had feared for that moment but it was already here and there's nothing he could do about it but brace himself for the worse.
He stood up on shaky legs and walked into the room, passing a sleeping Najmah. He stared at her as events of his nightmare flashed through his mind, wishing he could turn back time and change what happened but the deed had already been done, he had to live with the consequences of his actions.
The days rolled by quickly, marking the third month of Aslan and Najmah's marriage. There wasn't much progress in their relationship as Aslan had gotten busy with work and was hardly at home.Najmah on the other hand, had gotten pretty close with Hilal, the two spent every single day together. Najmah had gotten used to being around the Sadeks and had started opening up to them.Afet had carried on with her plans of splitting the two apart but all her attempts were futile as the two hadn't acknowledged their feelings for each other.Lale's fashion house had been completed, making her pretty busy as she was getting ready for the grand opening of Basic, her fashion brand. {••}It was a co
Lale rubbed her temple, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She pinched the bridge of her nose as her anger began to evaporate."I can't do that, I'm only days away from going corporate, and there's so much work left to do," she mumbled into the phone, tucking a strand of hair that got free back into her Shayla. "I have a paperwork to sign, meetings to attend and what not.""I know but this is the last photoshoot you'll do for the agency and then you're free to do whatever you want," her manager replied."Okay fine," Lale huffed. "When does it start?""Three in the afternoon.""Fine I'll be there," Lale mumbled, slamming the receiver unto her desk.She took in a deep breath to compose herself before stepping out of her office and into the work station, her heels clicking on the marble floors."Miss," Lale's secretary approached her. "There's someone
The thin Emirati model walked down the ramp expertly, flashed a smile at the crowd then walked back the way she came, paused and looked over her shoulder with a mind-blowing smile for effects as the crowd went wild, applauding the performance.Lale stood by the side and watched as the last of the models walked backstage and smiled, knowing it was time for her to walk the ramp.It felt good, she felt good being the star of the show and despite herself, she couldn't help the empty feeling that enveloped her heart in a twisted grip but her smile never wavered as she took the stage, flashing them her expensive smile. She bowed at the crowd, waved at the camera, accepted the bouquet of flowers as she was whisked away by the reporters.Her pieces were fabulous and her models had done an excellent job, the theme of her show unique and her fashion house even more so.Earlier, she had given an interview with the Tu
Najmah’s eyes drooped low as she stared out into space, her mind traveling back to two days back when she got her heart possibly broken. She hadn't had an ounce of sleep since then, it had merely evaded from her. And now, her eyes had begun to drop and exhaustion began to overcome her. As she gave in to the world of oblivion, she thought she saw the silhouette of the person who had become the topic of her worries but mayhap, her sleep-deprived mind was playing tricks on her.True to his words, he stayed out of her way and hadn't been around. He simply disappeared and she couldn't bring herself to ask any person about his whereabouts else she'd risk them finding out about their problems.***She woke up at dawn, stretching on the bed with newfound energy she got from her sleep. A smile etched its way to her face as she thought about ways to make up for what she did.In Najmah’s mind, she k
"Sometimes when we are too focused on our pain, we have a way of overlooking the pain of those around us."Najmah snorted, pinching the bridge of her nose. "He is not in pain," she mumbled inaudibly."Are you sure about that?" Hanifa queried, snapping her brows together."Maybe?" Najmah blanched."I don't see him no more Adda," she pouted. "Even when I see him, he doesn't talk to me.""Oh dear God," Hanifa gasped dramatically. "Are you...is the great Najmah Haroun in love?""What, what, what?" Najmah's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't possibly be in love with him, right? What is love? "Adda what are you saying? 'Cause not, I can't...that's not it." Even as she said that, her heart thudded wildly in her chest and she wondered if what Hanifa said could be true but she couldn't actually love him right? It was hard for people like her to fall in love."Is t
"Look over here," Alev pointed to the front page of the magazine she was holding. "They made it to the front page.""Wonderful," Lale squealed, reaching out for the magazine."They look perfect together," Alev complimented. "He's got himself a keeper, let's see how he gets out of this.""See who gets out of what?" Afet questioned, walking into the living room."Aslan," Alev replied nonchalantly, flipping through the pages."Look over here Lale," she pointed to another page. "They were tagged as the most outstanding couple of the night.""Of course," Lale batted her lashes. "My brother and sister in law are the definition of a match made in heaven.""You wish," Afet sneered, balling her fists tightly.Lale bit her lip in an attempt to conceal her laughter while Alev shook her head trying to hide hers too, thereby infuriating Afet further. A
Beams of light streamed through the unveiled curtain, hitting Najmah's face. She stirred in her sleep, drawing the duvet over her head. Her mind was fuzzy, the last remnant of sleep being chased away at the sudden realization of what occurred the night before.A smile etched its way to her lips as she opened her eyes, squinting at the bright lights. She debated on whether to get up or go back to sleep."Good morning," Aslan greeted, jolting her from her thoughts.'Get up it is,' she thought sitting upright."Morning," she yawned, running her hand through her hair. She sighed when her hand made contact with some tangled knots.She rose from the bed, making way towards the bathroom. After a quick shower, she sauntered towards the closet and picked the first dress her eyes laid upon.She ran a brush through her messy hair then tied it up into a bun, wrapping a turban styled v
Aslan paced the length of the hallway of the hospital, repeatedly glancing at the ICU door where Hilal was whisked away the moment they arrived at the hospital.Najmah felt claustrophobic as she stared at the gloomy faces of the people around the hallway. She felt alienated like she was intruding into a family matter. She shouldn't be there, she wanted to leave but the thought of something terrible happening to the little girl had her glued to her seat, fixing her gaze on the door of the ICU behind which her little girl was taken away. The doctors had been in there for almost three hours and there was still no news of what was happening behind the door.She rose from her sitting position and went towards Aslan, entwining their fingers together. He held her hand firmly without looking at her. The little gesture made her heart flutter. She knew that he understood what she was trying to pass across without speaking a word.
•Te Quero Pa' Mi ?An hour later, Najmah found herself alone in an office again. What she had to wait for, she had no idea. The room was dimmed, illuminated only by an overhead lamp.She closed her eyes and vowed to never forget what that moment felt like. The heart flutters, the joy, the happiness, she was definitely going to remember every second of it.Najmah was right on the edge, standing on a thrilling and amazing precipice of happiness, where thoughts of a flawless and perfect evening that would lead to a happy union flickered through her mind.She felt like Dorothy, gazing down at Emerald city for the first time, like Wendy rising up in the air after tasting her first pinch of pixie dust, like Cinderella, stepping out of her carriage to meet her prince charming.That feeling, she would cherish and savor every moment of it, and when she found herself alone, she would remember
There are moments in life that define us, there are also moments that divide us into two different beings; who we were before an incident and who we are after.Whether happy moments or sad moments, they change our lives forever either for good or for bad or for worse.The same could be said for Najmah Haroun as she stared at herself in the full-length mirror, reminiscing over the past couple of weeks.Her life had changed for good the morning after her reconciliation with her husband. It was a whirlwind of family gatherings, dress fittings, cake tasting, event preparations and much more.If it came down to her, she would rather skip the festivities, sign the marriage certificate and just take off to Puerto Rico.Lale would probably kill her; she thought smiling. The fashion diva would not miss a chance to party and if Najmah were to deny her that, only Lord knew what would happen to
"Do you plan on staying in bed for the whole day?" Aslan questioned, twirling a strand of her hair with his finger."Mm-hmm," she nodded, inhaling his musky oudh scent. "I like it better here where I am.""As much as I'd like to stay here with you," he chuckled, untangling their legs. "At some point, we're going to have to get out of bed so why not do it now?""I'm not going anywhere," she pouted, wrapping her arms around his torso. "Neither are you.""Sevgilim," he kissed the corner of her lips, taking her hand into his. "I'd like very much to stay in bed with you, but we need to eat, I'll just order for room service and then I'll come back to you okay?""Fine but-"The shrill ringing of her phone interrupted her and she groaned, silencing it without checking who the caller was."Aren't you picking up?" Aslan's brows furrowed as he got down from the bed.
He lifted his head which he had burrowed into her hair and gazed at Lale who had barged into the room unannounced."Are you going to explain to me what's going on here? I was outside waiting for you, and here you are cuddled with the enemy," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "We've missed our flight.""Lale," he called out in a hushed tone, pressing a finger to his lips. "I will meet you in the living room okay? I don't want her to wake up."She made a sign of not complying but seeing the look on his face, she turned around and left the room, banging the door loudly for effects.Najmah shifted in her sleep, burying her face in his neck. He sighed, not wanting to leave the bed even for a second but knowing Lale, she would burst right through the door again and wake Najmah up.Slowly but reluctantly, he slid his arms from under her then set her head on the pillow before liv
Najmah stood at the entrance of Bristol Palace Hotel taking deep breaths before ambling in, heading straight towards the receptionist, scrolling through her phone for a picture of Aslan."Hi," she smiled at the lady, showing the phone screen to her. "I was hoping you would help me with something, my husband's been staying here for a month now, and I don't know his room number.""Why don't you call him? There are lots of guests who...""Listen, lady," Najmah smiled sardonically, locking her phone screen. "This is really urgent, and I don't have any more time to waste, okay? So you're gonna check your computer right now and look up his room number or so help me God, I will cause a scene here.""I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't give out guest's information, it's against the hotel's policy.""Hotel policy? You either give me the information I asked, or I swear to God, I'm gonna scream so loud that
Najmah blinked, staring at the door of her room expectantly. She had no idea what she was expecting but deep down, Najmah knew it wasn't a what but a who but after how she treated him, he wouldn't be bursting through that door not then not ever.Was she foolish to take such a decision after coming to terms with her feelings for him? It was getting hard for her to make a decision.I hate you.I love you.I want you.I need you.I can't stand you.You complete me.She was still indecisive and direction-less without him. The night she had pushed him away, she had slept peacefully. The second night, she had a nervous breakdown and couldn't sleep. The third night was worse. Her indecisiveness had taken a toll on her, and she couldn't stop thinking about all the memories they had shared
Najmah tiptoed across the living room, hiding a package behind her back as she surveyed the area. Just as she placed her foot on the staircase, cheering victoriously for slipping in and out of the house undetected, she heard her mother call her."Waye ne ya zo ganinki?" (Who came to see you?) Hajiya Salma questioned crossly, folding her arms over her chest. Najmah swore in her head before turning around to face her mother.Hajiya Salma looked rather displeased as she stared at her youngest who looked more annoyed than guilty at being caught."Fahad ne," (It was Fahad.) she replied, sucking in a breath."Fahad?" Hajiya Salma gasped. "Najmah are you in your right senses? How dare he come to see you? You refuse to give your husband a listening ear yet you have the time to talk to your ex? Has he no shame? He dares to come to my house to speak to you knowing that you're still married?""
Walking around the hospital hallways, Najmah felt a bit nostalgic as memories of the last six years of her life in there came rushing back. She had just came out of her therapist's office, where she had terminated her therapy sessions for good.She knew it was a bit reckless on her part and a risk concerning her emotional instability, but it was a necessary risk she had to take. While her sessions had helped improve her condition, she knew that the fate of her recovery laid in her hands. She was able to fall in love with Aslan, that was a definite progress.While she thought she might no longer need her therapist, she had asked the woman to write a new prescription for her just in case of emergencies.Terminating her therapy sessions was a long time coming, and she could now address other issues with a clear mind now that it was off the plate.She had made up her mind to give him a second chance, after all
Aslan scrubbed a hand over his face after his Zuhr prayer, wiping away the tears on his face. He had cried his woes to Allah during his sujood and after his salah, he felt better.Since childhood, Anne had always thought them to put trust in Allah whenever they made du'a and to have faith that things would work out well and so he did, every day and every night for the last three months she had been away from him.He could still feel the pain, the agony and turmoil raging within him like wildfire; nothing he had done was able to calm the fire, and he knew that only she had the ability to do so and yet, she kept on denying both of them the solace they needed. And now, she was willing to give it to someone other than him; she was willing to find it somewhere else.He knew that she could be a handful sometimes when he annoyed her or when he said something that triggered her emotions but the look she gave him when he kissed her