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
The man looked thoroughly annoyed sitting in his jeep. The sun was blazing hot but what was the cause of his frown was the contract that his men failed to secure. He lowered his glasses from his head and wore it properly.As he looked out the window of his car from the back seat, he couldn’t help but smirk thinking of how he would acquire his next prey. He felt that with all the tension he was feeling recently, he needed some thing or rather someone to play with. A new toy, he thought.He instructed his driver to take him somewhere cool but silent. As the car drove down the busy and noisy streets of country z, the handsome beast was lost in his thoughts thinking of what game to play with his new toy.The car come to a halt at the park. The handsome devil was brought out of his fantasy by the sound of his driver telling him that they have arrived to their destination.He wore his disguise and elegantly stepped out of the car as the door was opened fr
Muntaha forgot his foul mood from before as he kept looking at the young lady walking away from him. He made a call and the moment the person on the other side answered he didn’t wait before commanding. “Follow her and get me every possible detail you can get on her before sunrise tomorrow,” he spoke and hung up the phone not waiting to get a reply from the other side.He felt that he had rested enough for the day and was soon driven back home. He soon lied in his ensuite bedroom reading through his possibly new victim’s information. Going through her information he noticed a family photo that looked quiet old. In the picture there was a younger version of girl at the park ad another girl whose face was also covered by her Niqab.He zoomed in on the picture to get a clearer look at the other girl but all he could see was her onyx eyes which soon pulled him to hi past.Ten years ago in county A (Humeyra’s countr
Muntaha was brought back from his thought by the shrieking of his personal phone. He sighed out loud and received the phone with a frown on his face. The frown did nothing to mar his handsome face but it was enough to scar his subordinate for it symbolized the calm before the storm.Muntaha threw the phone to the wall after a few moment of silently listening to the other person on the phone. This was why he needed something to keep him occupied. He needs someone to play with and release all his frustrations on. He needed someone to break like he has done with all the other birds.He had cruelly caged them and step by step pluck out their wings until they had no more wings. When they could no longer fly, they had tried to walk and he had expertly made them cripple. Now, they were his to do with as he wills. He felt no remorse whatsoever for he felt that they all deserved it. Most of them were after all just commercial sex workers who had tried to lure him in but e
She woke from her unconscious state feeling suffocated. She abruptly woke up with a start and realized that her face and veil was drenched in cold water. Her first instinct was to beat up whoever made a joke out of her but she soon realized that her hands were bound together by a rope which was tied to the bed post.She tried to calm her beating heart in order to think straight but her heart was not cooperating. Furthermore she felt as if her head was placed in a huge bell where it acted as a gong for the sort of migraine she had was one of the most severe that she’s had to date.“Wakey, wakey darling, it’s time for breakfast,” said a voice that she thought was familiar to her.She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. Muntaha’s breath hitched the moment his brown pool collided with the sky blue cat-like sharp eyes.For a minute or two he forgot why he was in his doll’s room but was soon brought out of his dreamy s
Rumeysa shrugged of whatever she was feeling and processed what the handsome devil had told her. Was he trying to isolate and starve me? Psychology? Well, he is in for a big disappointment. She thought smirking. She had lived on the streets and hunger was nothing new to her. As for the isolation from contact with other fellow humans, well, she is an introvert by nature and the only ones she interacted with were the angels at the orphanage and her elder sister and mentor.Well, I hope you have fun watching me, she thought as she flexed her arms that were somehow untied somewhere between his sinful whispers and the stolen kiss. It was the beginning of a very interesting week for Muntaha.A whole week has passed and the little girl has neither complained nor asked to be let out. Rumeysa would fast from eating during the day and break her fast with the little food she was given. The food was most of the time made up of leftovers but she neither complained nor did she feel
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.