CHAPTER 17: THE FATHER
Third person's p.o.v
As soon as Humeyra left, ustadh Dhul Qarnain felt lonely. He had been tested with all sort of tests in life but Humeyra was his greatest blessings. He knew her ever since she was born. He saw her grow up from a happy and carefree child to a serious and lonely adult. He knew her pain and her sorrows.
He witnessed her crumble and raise from nobody to somebody. He saw different shades of her emotions and knew that she was an introvert. He adopted her after her parents passed away. He prayed for her health and prosperity.
He have been observing her interaction with ustadh Hamdan for the few months that they worked together and came to a conclusion that they were attracted to each other but Humeyra was holding back her emotions. On the other hand Hamdan was in love. Huh. He sighed. May Allah make it easier for us all.
He thought. Today when he looked at his daughter, he saw the longing in her eyes. The longing for her blood parents and siblings. He saw the pain behind her smile and a broken heart behind her words. How I wish I could help her out of her self-created jail. He was there to witness how her ten year old self started working to save money.
He was not that well off so he could only pay her fees, provide her shelter and feed her but she was matured for her age. She was very ambitious and had all the information she needed to grow after her wings were cut off. She started crawling instead of giving up until she made a name for herself at the age of 16.
Given that she was then only a minor, she made investments in my name and built her own empire under my name. This was not only for her protection but also for her to at least live the humble life her parents taught her to live. It was not that easy though as she suffered a trauma from witnessing the tragic death of her family.
It was a blow to her at such a tender age but she kept the pain hidden and ensured she worked non-stop to get to where she was. Currently, she is the wealthiest person in the country but only her trusted lawyer and I know that she is the real owner of the chains of hotels, companies, salons, and boutiques as well as half of the shipping companies in the country.
To the world, it’s the old man Dhul Qarnain bin khidr that owns all the wealth, if only they knew the truth. His only wish is for her happiness. He wished to find a man that would make her let out all the sorrow she buried the day her family was buried. He wished and prayed for her heart to find its home again.
He prayed for her peace of mind and tranquility of heart. He was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. "Come in", he said.
Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ustadh Dhul Qarnain, greeted ustadh Hamdan.
Wa aleikum salaam warahmatullahi wabarakatu. Replied the sheikh.
The two men sat down and had a very long discussion which had a lot of emotions involved. The father and the to be son in law. By the end of the conversation ustadh Dhul Qarnain was content that he would witness his daughter's wedding. He was also eager to see his beautiful angel happy after a long time. It was all up to Hamdan what the outcome would be.
Hamdan left the office with a mission to get back what he lost courtesy of his arrogance and ignorance. He had a full proof plan that by the grace of Allah would get him back his love .All he had to do was implement every step to perfection.
If he was not careful enough his plan would backfire on him and cause havoc not only for him but for his heart too .After the lengthy talk ,what ustadh Dhul Qarnain omitted was to inform Hamdan that Sidra and Humeyra are one and the same person for he felt he had no right to expose his angel's secret.
Thinking about it, he smiled. She was still a genius. Once a genius always a genius. She managed to make him love her vices as Humeyra and virtues as Sidra. The cunning little bunny. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he thought about it.In deed, no man can out run his destiny. No matter how far you go, it will catch up with you. May Allah protect my baby? He made a silent prayer.
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