There is no love that lacks a triangle. For every man that exists, the triangle exists. For you love one yet you are loved by another.
~Humeyra
THIRD PERSON’S P.O.V
It has been three days now since Humeyra woke up from her coma. The day she woke up marked the day that Hamdan started going back to the office again after two weeks of absence. This was because he was afraid of her reaction to him once they meet. Hamdan felt relieved that his beloved was feeling better and getting along well with his sister too. He felt whole again that his Meyra would live to see another day and hopefully to forgive and love him with the same passion she once loved him with.
Hamdan's P.O.V
Today was the third day since ayouni (the apple of my eye) woke from her coma. All I can say is that I was jealous. Jealous of the growing relationship between my sister and my Meyra. Yalina has been sleeping in Humeyra’s b
As much as Humeyra was looking forward to meeting her kidnapper, Hamdan was borderline shaking imaging the kind of reaction Humeyra will have to seeing him again after their last encounter. Each step he took towards the direction of the home ward, he felt his body react with a shudder of anticipation and the fear of the unknown. Since the day his beloved got out of her coma, he had not seen her angelic face for the fear of her reactions to discovering his atrocities.He feared for the worst. Losing her forever to his mistakes. He also feared that the moment he saw her, he might lose control of his emotions and hold her to never let her go even if it’s against her will. The moment he came face to face with the door, he halted in his steps and made a quick dua for Allah to help and guide his every action as of that moment. Uttering a Bismillah, he knocked on the door.HUMEYRA'S P.O.VWaiting anxiously, I heard the knock on the door that set my
Love is an addiction that requires proper attention with the right selection and compatible composition. Its madness whose medicine lies in the one responsible for the theft committed.~Humeyra.THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VHumeyra was finally out of the ward and was given the master bedroom which was initially occupied by Hamdan. She actually liked everything about the room as if it was made specifically for her. From the purple painted wall to the beautifully curved ceiling .Not forgetting the lavender sheets that smelled of Hamdan's scent which drove Humeyra insane each night as she imagined him beside her. She was mad at him but she missed his embrace for he became a part of her the moment he decided to embrace her in that ward. His embrace, reminded her of what it felt to be home. The warmth from his body gave her the reassurance she always sort but never found.A part of Humeyra yearned for him w
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.It was around 3.am when Humeyra’s biological clock woke her up for her every day appointments with her Rabb. It has become a habit for her to observe Qiyamul leyl (night prayers) and converse with her Rabb (lord) on any and every bit of her Joys and sorrows.She took her ablution carefully and stood on the prayer mat ready to talk to her creator. Though she was not physically strong enough to stand up for long, a habit is hard to forgo hence it was hard for her not to have this conversation with her Rabb.She had to endure the pain and pray that her body will not fail her when she needed Allah's guidance most.Humeyra's P.O.VAfter my last prostration, I raised my hand to the sky and continued my supplication."O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion.O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O director of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O move
I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter.Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove.~HumeyraHAMDAN'S P.O.VThe image ofherbeautifulfaceluminatedbythecandle, filledwiththespecsandmirageofthetearsfromherbeautifulonyxeyeswasstuckinhismind.She was fully covered as always and the only part of her that was visible to my eyes was her face and palms. Though her back was to the door I could clearly see her image reflected by the mirror from the glass door of the drawer
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VHamdan's control was slipping away very fast as he watched his love tear up near him. Given as it was the weather outside didn’t help the fact that he yearned to take away her pain, he wished to hold her in his arms and pat her head, he wanted to kiss away her worries and tell her that all will be well with time.It was chilling cold outside and Humeyra’s small frame curled up under the covers of the duvet was the most tempting sight at that very moment. He repeatedly uttered the Ta'wuth under his breath but it was as if the shaytwaan was exerting all his might to tempt him, and tempted he was. He gathered the courage and asked her if he could lay down next to her on the bed. He heard a surprised gasp coming from Humeyra whose expression was like a child caught with her hands in the cookie jar. Guilty.Humeyra looked guilty because that was exactly what she was thinking of. She knew that he was her greatest weakn
It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I?~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.V"Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ya Umma. I have missed you a lot”. Hamdan embraced his mother as he stayed in her arms with his eyes closed while yalina joined him by embracing her mother from the left side of her shoulder. Umm Hamdan otherwise known as Hafsa was a very beautiful woman who was knowledgeable enough in both the matters of religion and modernity.She was neither plump nor slender. Just the right body size for her middle height statue. She was the heart throb of many during her youthful years but now, she was the name that beat in the heart of Abu Hamdan. The first love to her
Everything has its timing.Whether good, bad, ugly, sad, or mad. Nothing can happen before its due time. Whatever is written shall come to pass no matter what.~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VHamdan nervously waited on his family in his study after they have had lunch. He knew that being the wise man that he is, his father would understand and support him in whatever decision he would make.A few minutes after he had settled his nerves, the family started filling in the room led by Mufti Umar al Khatami 52 years of age, Hafsa binti Al-Harith 48 years of age, yalina 18, yusra 16, zuneir 24 and Abdurrahman 22. As they settled down, Hamdan took a deep breath and started his little yet significant speech.HAMDAN'S P.O.VI took a deep breath and started my heartfelt declarations and sincere confession. Bismillah, I began. Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu dear family. Na'am. Today, Alhamdul
It's easy to earn someone's trust even by deception.It's even easier to lose the said trust which once lost would be very hard to attain.~ HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VIt has been two days since Humeyra talked to her long lost mentor and teacher. When Hamdan found them in their cozy state the whole family had different reactions to them but one stood out yet went unnoticed.Hamdan and his family stayed in Humeyra's room for a few hours to talk to her and get to know her better, however, of course Abu Hamdan hogged most of her time and never left her free from his embrace. Eventually, everyone was contented (though not entirely true for some people in the room) that Humeyra should be given time to contact her guardian and settle her issues with her adopted brother.As the issue was left unattended to so abruptly with no one foreseeing her abduction, Humeyra found some loopholes
4 years later.Khalid, come back here? Hey.. can you stop running around? You will get hurt." Wahid's voice resonated in the room grabbing Xander's attention.He placed the jug back on the table and walked towards the field where the voice came from. He wasn't the only one whose attention was grabbed. Farhana, Rumeysa, Muntaha, Humeyra, and every member of Hamdan's family walked out towards the field.There, the scene that greeted them made the ladies almost lose it as they laughed at the same time. Khalid, Laiba, Linah, Jibril, Murtaza, and Aliya were busy rolling in the mud.The field that was initially dry was now wet from the water they played with. The horse pipe was running. Wahid who had seen them first was trying to stop them but slipped and fell.This made everyone laugh. Seeing his beloved fall, Xander's heart almost stopped beating. " My little prince, are you alright?" He rushed towards Wahid and helped him up.His glare was too
Hamdan paced up and down along the corridor as he anxiously waited for news. He had rushed Humeyra to the hospital the minute she notified him of her water breaking.Fortunately, the hospital wasn't far from where they were. Looking at his wristwatch, a frown etched on his face. It had been three hours since he brought her here. Why wasnt there any news yet?Was she perhaps in danger? Did something go wrong? His mind was filled with all sorts of negative thoughts. It would be his fault if anything happens to her. His guilty conscience won't let him have peace."Ya Allah. Please, help her deliver safely. Please ya, Rahman. You are the most merciful. She has suffered a lot already. Don't let her suffer anymore."He prayed in his head as he continued pacing around. He couldn't bring himself to relax. Until he heard the cries of a baby. His heart stopped beating for a second. He was a father? Before he could arrange his thoughts in his mind, another cry follo
Humeyra walked along the beach enjoying the cool breeze. Fortunately, it was a private space. Her private space. She has been living in the Villa with the view of the beach to the front, the beautiful man-made forest to the back, and a buzzing town not far from where she lived.She was on a small Islamic Island. The mosque was towards the east. Anyone who wanted to visit the mosque walled around her place before getting to it. For this reason, she had let the people freely walk through her home three days a week.The other four days, the place was restricted. Anyone who wanted to move across would be forced to take the longer route. Fortunately, they understood boundaries and respected them.The neighborhood was not only friendly but also accommodating. She found herself feeling contented just walking around, interacting with them. Long gone was her introverted self who isolated herself from the world.She learned to embrace death as a natural phenomenon
Hamdan was home in no time.He had to settle things at home before he goes in search of his wife. As the first child of the family, both his sisters were now his responsibility.Fortunately, they were old enough to fend for themselves with enough supervision. In addition, three other men can take turns to check on them. He felt grateful for that simple fact.As he waited for his brothers to show up, he went back to his old room and packed a bag. He felt as though his heart was being squeezed in his chest. He was too deep in his emotional exhaustion that he forgot about Humeyra's pregnancy.Thirty minutes later, the entire Umar siblings were seated together waiting for their brother to say something. He had summoned everyone urgently. Abdirahman had a subtle smile on his face. He had an idea what the meeting was about.He had been wanting to tell Hamdan about his opinion. What his eldest brother did was stupid. Humeyra didn't deserve to be abandoned
It has been exactly three months since his parents' demise. Three months since he abandoned his pregnant wife. For this period, Hamdan never had a peaceful sleep.He couldn't help but wonder what had happened to his love for her. He could feel it. The racing of his heart whenever he thought of a fond memory with her.The way his hands would search for her svelte frame in the middle of the night. Even how he would unconsciously call out her name.Hamdan was aware that there was nothing in the world that could change his feelings for his wife. Not even the fact that she orchestrated his parents' death.What he couldn't forget, however, was his parents' blood. He couldn't take it. He had both parents one day and then the next, they were dead. The reason was no other than his most beloved person.He couldn't accept it. He could neither forgive his parents nor his wife. They were all guilty. He felt sick and suffocated all of a sudden. For the past thre
Muntaha's eyes have been staring longingly towards the curtains that were drawn. What was Rumeysa doing? Was she nervous or was she anxiously waiting for him? How does she look as a bride? As he drunk from his glass, he had several questions circumnavigating his mind.It was their wedding night after all. Unfortunately, he had not seen his bride the whole day. She was officially his halal wife. His one and only. He was a man used to having his way with women. Contrary to his initial thoughts, he found himself feeling regretful. How beautiful and memorable it would be if he had saved himself for his bride.Abdullah noticed Muntaha's gaze wandering from time to time. He wanted to stick around longer. Just to see how much longer his boss cum friend will resist the temptation. Yet, watching him was becoming a pain. He looked around at the men in the room and announced the end of the party.The men looked at each other in understanding and stood up leaving, one by on
Subhanallah, what a beautiful day it was. Rumeysa woke up feeling nervous. She was going to get married today. Will the event go well?was there something she was supposed to do? what would happen after the nikah? Was she allowed to be happy when Humeyra was not?She looked at her hands. They looked more b
Rumeysa walked around the orphanage inspecting every corner. A month had gone past so fast without any warning. She and Muntaha went back to their home country after meeting with everyone else. Humeyra was the only one they didn't have the pleasure to see. She disappeared without a warning.The first thin
Zuneir and Juweyriya were finally feeling at ease with their circumstances. They had faced a lot of things but, by the end of it all, they found each other. The bane that was in his heart finally faded away. He let go of everything that would hurt him and embraced those that were likely to bring him happiness.