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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
What is life without a little risk?~Sirius Black, The order of the phoenix••His jaw clenched tightly, a muscle on his eye twitching involuntarily. Arms folded across his broad chest, Bashir Belko stared at his only daughter with such anger, Nadia was suprised he hadn't blown up. His eyes had been focused on the ornate table which held his phone and reading glasses but when he raised his cold, calculative eyes on her, Nadia had wished he had kept his gaze on the table. It had been long since she'd seen him that angry and if there was anything that terrified her, it was seeing her father angry even though most days, he was always angry.
There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone••January, 2009South AfricaAl'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there but as his hand brushed over the nightstand, he knew he had been here before. But, where was here exactly?His hand snagged on the desklight switch, pressing the button only to switch it off again when the light almost blinded him. He suffered from a headache unlike any he had ever had before and his mouth, it tasted like cott
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.~Professor Dumbledore••The picturesque view of the vast blue sea towering over the promenade had her breath catching in her throat. There was something about the sea that always called to her wherever she was.There was something familiar and homey about being amidst people wearing the same Abaya like her. Even though some have rebelled from the usual black color and adopted different pastel, beige or other fashionable colors. It was fascinating seeing so many different Abaya-cladded women, each lavishly and outrageously decorated with faux fur, swarovski crystals, pearls, emb
After all this time?~Albus Dumbledore, The deathly hallows••Noor sat a café, gaze on her necklace as she tried hard to decipher her feels. She had felt disoriented when she remembered everything from that year at Ecuador and she still had no idea how to feel about the boy–man–who had given her the bracelet.What would she do if they were to meet now? Would he expect her to keep her promise to him? What if he has forgotten about her just as she had forgotten about him? What if he doesn't remember asking her to make that promise to him?Eeek, she shuddered. Who even asks an eight year old to keep her firsts for him? What was he
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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