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
It matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be.~Professor Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Noor dragged her feet, her gait ridiculously slow as she headed towards her Jaddah's suite. As much as she wanted to have alone time with her Jaddah, she dreaded what she wanted to talk to her about this late in the evening.She lifted her head high, ignoring the looks and mutterings that followed her as she walked deeper into the Dar. It was nothing new to her, and she had grown a thick skin to it.When she made it to a set of doors that led to her Jaddah's suite, Doha appeared out of nowhere to direct her towards the back of the rooms, where her Jaddah was already seated inside a tent, overlooking a pool.With the sun so hot,
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies. But just as much to stand up to your friends.~Albus Dumbledore, The sorcerer's stone.••Nadia was bone tired and weary of their dance. It had worn her out and now, she was just done. From the balcony of their living room, she could hear her father rage and rant to their grandparents for her decision to call off another engagement while Khaleed stood like a stone, flinching at the vitriol her father spoke with as if every word was a lashing to his skin. She nearly scoffed at his reaction when all that was happening was his fault to begin with.
Oh dear, we are in trouble.~Argus Filch, The chamber of secrets.••Marwan sighed as he slowed his car in front of their gate, leaning his head on the steering wheel. It was one of those days–the work until you're about to drop dead kinda day. Between meetings with the board, helping women seek for their rights, and taking on new cases, Marwan was sure he was about to explode. It was a wonder that he hadn't taken adderall to help him focus. And the fact that he had a meeting with Al'amir Belko this evening, didn't help matters. It worried him that the man has requested a meeting after office hours, specifically requesting that Marwan was the one he met with. What was it about?Also, how could he look
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince.••Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head. She hadn't moved from her position, ever since she had been brought to the hospital, afraid that if she moved or blinked, he would stop breathing. And so, there she sat, sentry besides his hospital bed, hoping that the angel of death wouldn't come for him now. They still had a lot to do, words to say and a lot of patching up to do. They hadn't been father and daughter for a long time and now, all she wanted, all she
Let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest oceam or glide over the highest cloud.~Albus Dumbledore, The prizoner of azkaban.••Doors, so many doors on an endless hallway that seemed to stretch as far as the eyes could see. The hallway was stark white, as were the doors. He had no idea which to open and so, going on pure instinct, he opened the third door by his left, stepping into a nightmare–his past. Hair the color of midnight disappeared into the trees, her laughter sending shivers of delight through his body. He loved the games they played. After all, with the ar
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
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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