THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
It's a beautiful cloudless night. The breeze is cold and the wind was making it colder. In an old man's embrace laid a broken soul that lost her voice for the second time in her life. The mood is gloomy. Gloomier than funeral as the father and brother duo tried to figure out what broke their angel. The broken angel, however, was whimpering like a wounded cub. Tears as precious as the last drops of water in desert, where the scotching sun burns hot the oasis completely dry and the desert unbearably. Tears like water from a running tap, all shed for the one person to whom her heart belongs. The one whose love hurts her most. Tears worthy of bullets. How bitter the salty water from the eyes when triggered by the darkest deepest memories that you tried to bury for years.
These were all Humeyra's feelings. It has been less than 24 hours since she experienced the nightmares she has tried her hardest to forget. She was on the verge of
HAMDAN’S P.O.VI was once again in Humeyra’s room on my knees like I have been doing every other day that I paid a visit to her home. I have made numerous mistakes in life and hurt a lot of people in this world, yet the one that I have hurt the most is the one I love the most too. Ever since my anger clouded my judgments and my ego took over my senses, my beloved Zawjy has been staying at her father’s place for almost a month now. Knowing that her father was suffering from last stage cancer was not helping the already difficult situation.My guilt increased ten folds just thinking about it but she needs me and giving up was not an option.Today was no exemption. Like every other day I have been visiting, she looks numb as her eyes seemed lifeless. As I kneel in front of my other half, she looked at me with no feelings whatsoever in her eyes where her face was devoid of all emotions. I felt as if I was staring in to a bottomless pit of darkness as
DeathLife without struggles is not living but simply existing. It's the hardship and struggles that you face which make you stronger and a better person. It's the hate that you receive that helps you become stronger. It's the love that you feel that keeps you on your toes. You dont have to impress anyone rather people have to be impressed by you for who you really are. Those who truly love you will stay and stick around even when they see your ugly side. They will accept you wholeheartedly without hesitation and will defend you without asking for anything in return. Be the hero that you are. Make someone's life easier whenever you can. Do not be afraid to love and show those your love the affection you have for them. Rather embrace them and shower them with love and remind them of your love for death comes with no warning. It neither knocks nor seeks permission. It just takes.~Humeyra
Humeyra’s letterI love you my dearest daughter. That is the first thing I would like you to know and always remember. There are a lot of secrets I kept from you my dearest darling girl. Did you know that I was an orphan child who was brought up by your grandmother as her own child? Did you know that you father was my foster brother? I grew up with your father and know each and every one of his habits. His greatest strength was his sensitivity to the people around him and his major weakness was his ability to overthink things. He was the best brother any man could ask for and the best friend any man could ever have. As for you my darling girl, you took after your father’s virtues and your mother’s strengths. You were always the most gifted child your father had and though he never voiced it out, you were his pride and my little angel. I fell in love with you the day you were born. I was lucky enough to name you and hold you. Then you became my
Y-ou, y-ou, you... What are you doing here? Who let you into my house? How? How did you find me? Humeyra stuttered, the moment her eyes fell on the figures at the door.There were very few people who can scare Humeyra and the person in front of her was one of them.He has the face of an angel at first sight but the reality was completely difference. He was the devil that haunted Humeyra’s dreams. As Humeyra looked at the uninvited guest standing at the door with tears threatening to all, Hamdan and Wahid failed to notice the change in her demur.However, they were instead drawn to the decrepit man at the door. Swafan was his name. From the first glance one would describe him as being larger than life. Despite this, his face was what contrasted her personality and deceived many.He was not as handsome as a model but not far from a movie star.The first impression Hamdan had of him was that for a man, his best features was his lush moth
A little 8 year old girl sat on the swing in her grandmother’s garden with a book in her hand. She was reading a book meant for adults but who could blame her, she has a very high I.Q and even higher E. Q.Despite her small figure and young age, she had already completed all the business books her father had given to her in secret to read.Her father, Ibrahim, had discovered that his daughter was special hence he hid it from the world. The ironic bit however was that, no matter how low key she wanted to stay, Humeyra was too young to know how to protect herself.This was what had drawn the interest of her uncle Swafan. He had discovered that she was beyond beautiful in her young age but also the cherry on top of the cake was that her intelligence exceeded his own kids.Swafan had discovered his sinful obsession with his little niece since she was just an infant but unfortunately being her father’s brother no one t
Swafan felt scared as he watched little Humeyra tumble down the stairs. Though he was almost naked for a moment, he felt his heart stop beating due to the fear that he had killed her.Swafan rushed back into his old room to dress and took a step at a time praying to God that she was alive.He had not meant to hurt her like that.He knew that his mother wont mind and a sick twisted part of her would be happy to hear that the little girl had died but that was not the case for him.He just wanted to satisfy his obsessive feelings which led to his animalistic behaviour.He had gently knelt near her unresponsive body and felt for her pulse.He had let out a loud sigh the moment he felt her faint pulse and rushed her to the hospital.The presentIt was Hamdan who first noticed Humeyra's absence. He was so occupied with the father and
Unknown to him the moment Hamdan left in search of Humeyra, Swafan had excused himself and discretely followed Hamdan. He listened to the subject of his obsession cry and being comforted by her husband.As the said husband cuddled the sleeping beauty in his arms, the peeping tom felt bile rise from his stomach. He was filled with hate for any man who got near his muse. Yes. That was what she was to him.She was the ambrosia that was branded limited edition. The senile old man could not take his eyes of the couple. The two looked like the ideal couple even to the man seething with jealous at the door.He felt tempted to disturb the peace and tranquility the couple had but the part of him that loved his niece stopped him. He loved her not as a relative but as a man loved a woman. He knew that whatever feelings he had for her were a taboo but he had fell in love with her since she held onto his finger the first time he held her.He was obsessed w
FIVE YEARS AGO“I watched her laughing and playing with another woman’s fiancé which did not seat right with me. All my life, I have lived in her shadows. Whatever I did was never good enough for my father. She was the perfect child in my father’s eyes.We used to study in the same school but she always out did all of us.No matter how hard I worked, my success would be nothing compared to her achievement. I hated her very existence because daddy would compare whatever we did with her including how we behaved but he was most strict on me.I used to like her company when we were younger because she was kind to me but my father’s comparison made me turn bitter.so as we grew my jealous and hatred grew until her family was slaughtered one night.That event made me lose touch with her and I got relieved from the constant nagging I normally got. I didn’t care to find out what happened to her but rather felt reliev