Oh to be young and feel love's keen sting
~Albus Dumbledore, Half-blood prince••
Nicknames: Noor, Huda
Nationality: Emirati-African, Fulani
Age: 19
School: Graduated from Lead British International School.
Siblings: Khaleed Al'amir Belko, elder brother.
Parents: Al'amir Belko
Jawahir (Deceased) Juwairiya, step-mother/aunt?Best friend: Nadia Bashir Belko
Don't let the muggles get you down~Ron Weasly, Prisoner of Azkaban••Noor huffed for the umpteenth time, glaring at the imposing building. Why, oh why did she agree to this?Because it is Khaleed, your bobbo, her mind supplied.Just because she had told him that she was ready to go back into the real world didn't mean that she actually truly literally wanted to go back to the real world and now, there she was posing as a messenger for her brother.A messenger! Of all the things Khaleed could ask her to do, she had to be a messenger. Six hundred plus employees at B.E. and he could not find anyone to do the job.Kissing her teeth, she stepped out of the car grumbling under her breath when the chauffer told her that he would be waiting for her outsi
The more you care, the more you have to loose.~Harry Potter, Order of Phoenix ••Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet. What was it he said his name was when they had met the second time? Muhammad? Mahmoud? Mustafa? Musa? Mudassir? No, it wasn't either of the names. But she was sure whatever his name was, it started with an 'M' and it definitely wasn't a 'U'. Oh no, she stopped in her tracks did she make a mistake? Blowing out a breath, she retraced her steps, finding Marwan standing by the
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.~Professor Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Her nimble hands held the barre in a tight hold, her body shaking with the exertion she had put it through but she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Stepping back, she rose on her feet and set into first position then continued to dance.The darkness in her soul seeped out of her slowly like shadows, curling around her as she danced.She danced until her feet couldn't hold her up any longer. She collapsed on the floor like a heap, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she fought to regain her breathing.She didn't want to think about what had happened earlier but it seemed like
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.~Professor Dumbledore••Marwan wasn't sure what he was doing. Hours have passed yet he was still lying on his back watching the ceiling doing absolutely nothing.It was Saturday, he didn't have work to do and normally, he would have gone to the office and gone over the files on his desk but today, he found that he couldn't.The air in his room was thick with the pungent smell of tobacco but somehow, it was calming to him.Puffs of smoke left his mouth slowly as he twirled a hand in the smoke, tracing Noor's name in it over and over.Some would say that he was love sick, wallowing in self pity while writing the
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pitty the living and above all, those who live without love.~Professor Dumbledore, The deathly hallows.••She sat on her prayer mat, hands raised in silent supplication, her mind whirling around different steps that she could have taken to avoid such an altercation.Why did she ever think she could do it? Marriage? How could he think that she was ready to marry him? What had she ever done to make him think that she wanted to marry him? Surely a few outings couldn't be counted as prerequisite to marriage or could they?  
Always~Severus Snape, The Deathly Hallows.••"Is it true?" Khaleed questioned, bursting through Nadia's office uncaring of the meeting going on.Her assistant flinched from the interruption, deferring to Nadia for instructions on what to do.She quirked a brow at him before dismissing him, returning her gaze back to the samples of the new lipstick she was launching."It's a little drier than I wanted," she continued. "But it's perfect. Let Ahlam know that we can proceed with the shipment.""Is that all Ma'am?" Halima questioned, picking up the box containing the tubes of lipstick."What would you like to have Khal? Coffee, tea or water?"The glare he gave her could've reduced a lesser woman to a mess but she was mad
It is our choices that show who we truly are far more than our abilities.~Professor Dumbledore, The chamber of secrets. ••Warning: This chapter contains words/paragraphs that may be triggering to some readers. Read discretion as adviced. This chapter will reveal most of the why's in the book. ••Noor stared at her Baba from across the dining table, taking notice of the stiffness of his jaw.It was one of the many saturday breakfasts they had together but his wife was absent today, making it almost bearable for her. If only her Baba wasn't intent on making conversations today, all would be w
We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the path we choose to act on. That's who we really are.~Sirius Black, Order of the phoenix••Marwan was tired, like fall-down-on-the-bed-and-never-wake-up-till-the-next-week kinda tired. After an all-nighter at the office, all he wanted to do was sleep off his exhaustion. And he had gotten his wish right until Noor had called him. He had set up a custom ringtone for her like a cheesy teenager so even through the haze of sleep, he knew it was her.Scrambling to a sitting position, groaning when his head hit the headboard, he swiped the answer key and pressed the phone to his ear."Hey beautiful," he greeted through a yawn. "How are you today?""I
❝and like clockwork, she always found her way back to him❞▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬●c o p y r i g h t All rights reserved. No part of this book should be copied, modified, reproduced or adapted without the written consent of the owner.This book is a piece of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are a product of writer's imagination or otherwise used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, incidents or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬•Epigraph“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream©Jidderh_khidirP.S, do not steal my work!
You've been so brave, sweetheart.~Lily Potter, The deathly hallows.••Three years laterVenice, Italy.She adjusted the lapels of her veil, gazing at herself through the full length mirror in her dressing room.The woman who stared back at her wasn't at all the woman she had been three years ago. She had come so far from being the abandoned daughter, the disgraced drug addict and the girl who had vyed for her father's attention.Now, she was a renowned chef in Nigeria, a degree holder in psychology, a wife and an expecting mother–in three months to be exact.Never in her life had she ever thought that one day, she was going to fall in love or that she was going to get married and craft a life with another person.After what had happened to her, her life had been a series of sitting around and doing nothing. She had felt like a waste of oxygen, just going through the motions with no thought of the future.After almost loosing her Baba and her encounter with the Lukuwa brothers, she re
You've been so brave, sweetheart.~Lily Potter, The deathly hallows. ••Three years laterVenice, Italy.She adjusted the lapels of her veil, gazing at herself through the full length mirror in her dressing room. The woman who stared back at her wasn't at all the woman she had been three years ago. She had come so far from being the abandoned daughter, the disgraced drug addict and the girl who had vyed for her father's attention. Now, she was a renowned chef in Nigeria, a degree holder in psychology, a wife and an expecting mother–in three m
Soon, we all must face the choice between what is right and what is easy.~Albus Dumbledore.••Her heart pitter-pattered against her chest, the roar of the wind in her ears a steady rhythm to the ache in her chest. The cool air caressed her skin like a lover's caress, sinking into her bones, providing her with such warmth she never wanted to part with it. The hassle of the airport patrons broke into the spell she had been in–noise replacing the call of the wind, fumes from cars replacing the sweet warm air and people filling in places that had seemed to be empty only a moment ago. The past couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of pain and heartache
We must try not to sink beneath our anguish Harry, but battle on.~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince.••The ride back to the hospital was made in silence–filled with anxiety, uncertainty and anguish. She knew what was waiting for her at the gates of the hospital, the bloodthirsty news agencies waiting for her arrival. The media frenzy after the photos had been released made her sick and if it wasn't for Marwan and his siblings' presence, she had no idea what she would have done at the moment. When Khaleed had called to tell her not to go to the hospital, or the Belko estate or anywhere else that the news agents could find her, Marwa
I wish he was mine, he is really divine.~Ginny Weasley, The chamber of secrets.••Marwan wasn't sure what had prompted him to come back here, at the place where he had first met her. It would only lead to more heartache he knew that but still, he hadn't moved a muscle. Perhaps, this was his last hurrah for a love that could never be. He didn't have a place to be or work to finish–even though he did–but the thought of leaving made his heart constrict with so much pain, he wanted to keel over and faint. It felt like he was drowning with no chance of making it to shore. Whenever he floated back, it felt like his head was shoved back i
Happiness can be found in the darkest of times. If only one remembers to turn on the lights. Albus Dumbledore, Prisoner of azakaban.••Noor stilled, her hands fisted to her sides as she heard the rustle of leaves behind her. She knew who it was, after all, Marwan had texted to tell her to expect him. She had no idea what to do, what to say or how to act. All the times they had met, she had never been anything short of confident but now, after everything that had happened, she was anything but. Did he hate her for coming between him and his brother? Did he think less of her for
The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing.Severus Snape, Order of the phoenix.••Muslim's gaze raked over his family, his heart filling up with so much warmth, words couldn't describe it.He had missed them, missed sitting on the table and eating food with them. His eyes found their father's and the warmth he was feeling dissipitated but he forced a smile on his face, as their mother placed a plate of tuwon shinkafa in front of him."So," he rubbed his hands together, avoiding Mardiya who had her chin rested on her palms, staring at him with curiosity.He knew w
While we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our heart beats as one. ~Albus Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Al'amir Belko had flatlined thrice and each time, Noor had been sure the angel of death had come for her Baba only for him to return back to the living. But there hadn't been much improvement, he was still the same. Still as dead to the world as he was four days ago–only the steady beat of the monitors proved otherwise.Every second that passed without him waking up, a shred of hope left her body. She watched by the minute as he lost weight in his sleep, his body so pale he could give Jasper a run for hi