Walking through the long corridor, the sound of heavy foot steps could be heard. This ascertains the fact that the whole place looked abandoned and empty. Each step he took towards his destination made Muntaha feel the heaviness in his heart increase.
He could feel the nauseating memory resurface from where he had buried them deep inside. He felt suffocated and pained. These were part of the memories he had shared with Rumeysa . While sharing the same memories with her, he had told her the story as if it was not his own. He had relayed the memories like it was someone else's story.
As his foot steps neared the furthest end of the corridor, the heavy feeling in his chest only became more apparent. It was inevitable to avoid this meeting. Behind that door was someone whose mare presence sent chills down his spine. The truth was, his heart still held the fear it had when he was still an innocent boy whenever he face the said woman.
FOOTNOTE. mothers are accorded a higher degree of respect and humility than fathers in Islam. This is evidenced by the Prophet s.a.w words as stated below: “O Rasulullah, who are among all human beings should I interact more properly?” Rasulullah replied, “Your mother” He asked again: “Then who else?” The Prophet said : “Your mother” The man repeats his question: “Then who else?” The Prophet replied: “Your mother” He repeated the question again: “Then who?” Rasulullah SAW answered: “Your father”. In addition many verses in the Holy Quran address the issues of how to treat one's parents with respect, mercy and kindness. “And your Lord has decreed that you not worship except Him, and to parents, good treatment. Whether one or both of them reach old age (while) with you, say not to them (so much as), “uff”, and do not repel them but speak to them a noble world.”
A figure clad in an all black outfit expertly sneaked into the room shrouded by darkness . The figure moved carefully through the window and ensured that no one was around except the sleeping person on the bed before moving nearer to the bed.He was accustomed to moving in the dark and could easily camouflage and become one with it. That was one of his specialties. He was a renown assassin who workedbest in shadows but his mission was totally different today. He was not there to kill , rather he was there to comfort his breaking heart.He quietly removed his shoes and black body suit. Ensuring that his concealed weapons were well hidden, he lifted the covers and back hugged the sleeping body. Rumeysa woke up startled by the arm surrounding her body and tried to scream but before she could , a warm palm covered her lips.Her pounding heart relaxed when she had a whiff of the scent coming from the perso
The two lovers slept peacefully in each other's arms. These was the scene Humeyra witnessed. Looking at the two, she couldn't help but shake her head. The temptations were too great even for her little sister.She recalled how she hadtied Hamdan up and did unthinkable things to him . She was not perfect. No one was. What makes a difference however is that, if we must learn from our mistakes, then it would hurt more than learning from others mistakes.She was no difference from Muntaha. She was stealthy in her moves and could easily move about without shifting the direction of air to alert anyone. Humeyra found all the weapons Muntaha brought along and placed them in her leather jacket. She then left a little note behind for Muntaha to find.Two hours after Humeyra's visit, Rumeysa woke up. Shehad over slept and missed her morning prayers for the first time in ages. She sighed out loud before stretching her ha
Humeyra and Hamdan sat in the car as they were driven back to their home country. They opted to travel by road due to Humeyra's early pregnancy.It was quiet unsafe to board a plane in her state.Unfortunately,her morning sickness opted to start on the same day they had started their journey. Hamdan felt pained watching his wife throw up almost everything she consumed. She appeared more frail that she normally was which he didnt like.As she laid on her husband's shoulder to rest, he would caress her cheeks lovingly from time to time to remind her that he was there for her. Her head would shift from his shoulder to laying on his lap from time to time.The journey that should normally take two days on the roadtook two extra days. They would stop to find a hotel to rest at night and start their journey the next day. Hamdan would massage Humeyra's entire body before bed every night and help ma
The three men sat together trying to come up with a solution. This was the first time that they had excluded Hamdan in talking out things. Who could blame them though?It was in deed a very sensitive issue.Bilal sat facing his younger brothers. Among all the siblings , he was the second eldest after Hamdan andwas only a year younger than him. Hamdan had his mother's facial features but his father's character. He got the best of the two.On the other hand, Bilal was the complete opposite.He got his father's looks and his mother's cruel nature. Though he was older thanBoth Zuneir and Abdirahman, he was a sadist.Currently,he was wondering and imagining how he would have finished what zuneir had started if he was in his shoes.Just thinking of their sister- in - law, one word dominated his mind. Covet! He lusted after everything in a skirt. The perfect playboy. His look
Wahid has been in Jayda Rabia for three days now and true to his initial assumption he would not be able to rest even for a second. Looking at all the legal documents in his possession, he didn’t know where to start from.The copies of the original wills, affidavits, and witness signed documents felt as heavy as wet clay soil in his hand. Wahid was Humeyra’s legal advisors and head of legal dealings in all of her ventures.The call he had declined in the presence of Farhana was from one of his junior advocates who handled legal issues that had no major impact. What he had in his hands, however, felt like a time bomb that would cause havoc once it fell in the wrong hands.He momentarily ignored the papers lying on his desk and went to stand by the widow. Looking outside the transparent glass of the window, he watched the rain fall gently from the heavens greeting the earth that welcomed its cooling effect.The soil outside greedil
The room that was once clean enough to be used as a huge plate was now in shambles. Debris of rocks scattered everywhere as dust filled the once pure air and polluted it.Near the humongous window, laid a man with no signs of breathing. Blood flowed out of the open wound at the back of his head. His once debonair crispy suit was now half torn. The parts that were not torn were full of dirt .If one could get closer , one could smell charred clothes from the still body on the cold floor.The surprising and weird thing about the whole situation, however,was that the door was still intact. A few minutes passed when peace and an eerie silence fell over the ruined room.Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the room. From the sound emitted by the steps, one could easily deduce that the people approaching were many.Soon, military boots approached the door which was still intact. The w
The handsome soldier was in a trace for a few minutes until the beeping of his phone alerted him. He used his hand to reach out for his phone as his gaze lingered on wahid's sleeping form a little longer.He retrieved his phone and turned it on. It was only then that his penetrating gaze moved from wahid's face to the phone screen. Looking at the content of the message he had just received, his features contorted in irritation.He let out a heavy sigh as he stood up. It was only then that he realised how much of his weight was on wahid's lap. He had forgotten about straddling him. This made his ears turn a bright shade of pinkHe stoodtall between wahid's legs and gave him one last long lingering gaze filled with longing before he turned his head and walked towards the open dent in the wall.His fellow comrades were already on stand by ready to vacate the premises.Befo
Three days passed by quickly and finally Wahid was released from the hospital.He dreaded what was to come but he had no option. He braced himself and boarded a plane back to the heart of Country A, the city of Marjaan.This was the capital city of Country A where Hamdan and Humeyra lived. Though Hamdan was born and raisedin Wadia , his whole family basically leavedin the capital since Wadia was a few minutes drive on the outskirts of the city.Humeyra was currently three months pregnant and her hormones were playing games with her. She would be happy often but her mood swings were coming on and off like that of a teenager.She was getting extra clingy towards Hamdan as days passed by to a point where she would make Hamdan miss work some times. Even so, Hamdan never complained.Though he was irritated from time to time by her mood swings, his heart would soften every time he saw tears