The house was eerily silent as Noor crept in, looking sideways to make sure no one was there to meet her. She wasn't ready to see either of her family members, wasn't ready to hear her Baba's reprimand against her.
She had ran off and missed the barbeque which she had never done, it was an unspoken law in the Belko family to never miss the family barbeque that occurred twice a year. And now, she was sure that she wasn't only going to get a reprimand from her father but from her grandmama also.
She wasn't ready to let go of the high she had felt when she was with her savior, it was the first moment she had felt alive like she truly mattered in months and she was definitely not going to let anyone put a damper on her mood which was next to impossible, facing her father was inevitable. Whatever the outcome was going to be, meeting the guy for the second time was definitely worth it. And she would gladly run off again if it meant she would mee
Khaleed hovered over his desk, his eyes focused on the latest picture he had printed.It was a photo of Nadia he had taken the day before when they had gone out to the park. She was leaning against a tree, holding a stick of candy floss while smiling at it like it held all the answers to the woes that befell her. It was too good a sight to not capture it and now, it had came out better than he had hoped.Photography was something he did as a hobby, not as art. He liked to see the beauty in the ugly, turn the flawed into flawless.It gave him hope and sometimes, it grounded him, reminded him that beneath the hard exterior he presented to the world was a scared little boy who had watched all the women around him go through painful experiences he wouldn't have wished on his worst enemies. But such was the way of life, at some point, a person's faith is tested by The Almighty and the thought that 'With every hardship, th
The slow ambiance of the coffee shop, the low lights topped off with the fact that she was alone suited Nadia's mind, well as alone as one could be with only the staff present.When the bells jingled, alerting them of a new arrival, Nadia's brows furrowed, heart beating wildly, wishing and praying that it wasn't who she thought it was. Though her phone was off and at 4 a.m he was supposed to still be asleep, she didn't put it past him to be awake, trying to track her whereabout.The little coffee shop was hidden behind the shops lining the streets of her community and if one didn't look enough or didn't know where to look, it'd be lost to him.This place had been her safe haven for as long as she could remember. She had stumbled across it one night when they were out looking for Noor.Why she hadn't mentioned it to either of her cousin still surprised her but perhaps, she wanted a place that she coul
With her back on the bed and legs spread-eagled up the wall, Noor tossed the yellow stress ballbetween her feet bouncing it back and forth to herself, listening to Nadia as she recounted her encounter with the Doctor earlier.She hummed under her breath, nodding along to Nadia's words. She had wanted an alone time but she couldn't find it in herself to be annoyed at her cousin's intrusion."So, are you going to meet with him?" she questioned trying to imbue as much enthusiasm as she could in her words."I don't know," Nadia sighed, flopping on the bed next to Noor. She moaned woefully when she bumped the side of her head with Noor's arm."Are you sure you're even supposed to be walking around right now?" Noor questioned rolling to her side, concern lacing her words."Yeah..." Nadia slurred, the pain meds she had taken kicking in. "He said...said..."A snore followed
There weren't a lot of things that terrified Khaleed in this life. He thought he had been terrified when he found his sister half naked and drugged in a hotel room but it didn't compare to what he felt when Nadia hadn't answered her phone.The thought that something similar or worse had happened to her? He just couldn't deal with it and so, he found himself texting and calling her phone.Her location tracker was off which had led him to think that she was preyed upon.Noor had also gone out to get a new phone and hadn't returned but she was with a driver and he knew that if anything happened to her, the driver would let him know.His kitchen was a mess. Broken plates and cups littered the floor. When Nadia hadn't returned either of his texts, he had decided to take out his anger on the utensils.When two hours later he received a call from her, he had padded to the gate of the commun
Marwan was late, again.He could have blamed it on a host of things or make up excuses or hell, not say a word but as his assistant watched him warily, he knew that it was only a matter of time before his father called him out on his behavior. And that was most definitely not what he wanted on a cold Monday morning.It had rained the night before and it was still drizzling when he woke up. He hated the raining season.It wasn't the rain he hated so much as the cold. It was the aftermath after the rain that he abhorred; wet soil, it's smell and the silence after a storm."Sir?" His assistant–John called out."Hmm?" he answered distractedly."Is there anything else I can get you?""No, you can go," he answered dismissively.Curling his hands into fists to refrain from jumping and hollering about being released from his boss's pre
Oh to be young and feel love's keen sting~Albus Dumbledore, Half-blood prince••Noorul-Huda Al'amir BelkoNicknames: Noor, Huda Nationality: Emirati-African, FulaniAge: 19School: 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
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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