Meerab p.o.vI woke up with the sun rays falling in my face , I groaned and tried to turn when I felt a hand wrap around my waist, opening my eyes immediately I peek to see Saad caging me in his arms with both hands. How did this happen??I remember after fighting we decided to make a pillow border between us so that we can sleep properly but what the hell is this?I tried to remove his hand from my waist but damn what the hell he eats He is so strongI sigh and try again but thankfully , he turns to the other side in his sleep , releasing me from his grip . I got up , I took out the clothes I am going to wear today. After that I went to the washroom to get fresh and take a shower.After the shower I walk out only to see Saad sitting on the bed with his focus on the phone . I shook my head at him and his phone. Why didn't he get married to his phone ??I was drying my hair while looking at my reflection in the mirror just then my eyes landed on Saad who was watching me intensely t
When you work for the benefit of all humanity, appreciated or not by your contemporaries or community, the good universe colludes to raise you up and bring opportunities. The evil force will do the opposite. When you learn how to make each curse a blessing, to learn from pain and be led through your sense of love and integrity, then you win great things for all. That is the way of the hero and the hera. By Angela Abraham If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v . I opened the door to see Saad opening his wrist watch in front of the mirror. Both of our eyes met and he looked away, reminding me that he got angry in the evening but for the first time I liked it . Whenever I thought he got possessive for me my heart took it speed and I felt like a thousand butterflies roaming inside my stomach . I have never felt this way before . " Can I talk to you ? " I asked to get near . " He was not my friend and I don't
The worst feeling in the world is when you can’t love anyone else because your heart still belongs to the one who broke it.” —Unknown If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Saad p.o.v We were having breakfast at the dining table when I observed Noor wasn't eating properly. My eyes went to Hamza who was in his own world. My mind went back to the night when I saw Noor crying uncontrollably in the salah . I felt nudged. I looked to my side. Meerab raised her eyebrows asking me what happened. I just shook my head and continued eating. I need to talk to Noor. " Assalamu alaikum " I greeted Noor who was walking in the garden. " Walaikum assalam" she greeted back her voice was low and the shining in her eyes was completely gone. Something is really wrong with her " Noor, I am your brother in law. I am like a brother to you. I have been observing that you are quite gloomy these days. I know I shouldn't interfere but pleas
Heartbreak is evidence that I loved in good faith, that I made the kind of bond that hurts so very much to break. Yet in the pride that I did it right, that I was honest and loved with such integrity, is the start of my healing, for self respect is required. Angel ( Noor ) p.o.v Flash back continues…. I waited for him to open the door for me but he just walked straight inside the venue…I blinked, staring at the way he just walked away. " Maybe he is worried, " I mutter to myself. The feeling was still weird and the disappointment dipped into my heart. I open the car door after unfastening my seatbelt . I almost ran to walk beside him , the host welcomed both of us. He smiled and entered. The host led us to the function. I stood for a while confused whether I should walk beside him or trail behind him. I decided to trail behind them , he was so busy talking to the other people that he actually forgot that I am with him in this function to since I don't know anyone here I feel s
To trust yourself when all doubt. To lead from a danger only you can see clearly. To explain, enable the blind to see. To give people the power to hear the extraordinary in the ordinary, the everyday and normal encryption of the spoken word. To show them the messages and conversations that happen all around us to different levels of the brain. That's quite the challenge. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading….. Saad p.o.v Leaning on my office chair I spin the globe under my hand not being able to take off my mind once . He Cheated on me…. I squeezed my eyes shut… It felt like a sting . How could he do this to her? Wasn't he standing against all of us to marry her then how could he cheat on his own love of life . I was drowning in my own misery. Suddenly the door opened revealing the face of the person I am despising the most right now. " This is the file you wanted" he slammed the blue file on the desk. I have real
Respect is more than passing pleasantries, more than nice words. It takes effort to look at the other and take in who they are and show them you regard their point of view with compassion and seriousness. It is listening without judgement, getting to know them with as few assumptions as possible. It is in careful understanding conveyed by empathic words and deeds to show the depth of feeling you hold for them. In this way respect is foundational for trust, just in the same way that trust is foundational for true love. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v " And this is it " I sigh in relief for completing the decoration of icing the cake " Done" I clap cheerfully . That night Saad appreciated me with those beautiful words so it's my time to do something to make him feel special. I bit my lip imagining his reaction. This is the first time I made a cake and I really really hope he likes it after all it is
Pain is invisible, subjective and open to dispute unless it is one's own pain. Aches are worse, always taken to be less than they are and hardly ever thought of without the possibility of the sufferer magnifying their woes. Sometimes I think the reaction a person has to another's pain tells more about that person than they'd like. Maybe it's just that they were never listened to as a kid, but no matter the cause they lean toward disbelief rather than empathyIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Saad p.o.vIn the morning when I got up I saw Meerab sobbed as hot tears fell down her cheeks .My eyes furrowed in concern , feeling of the blanket from my body .I was about to get down when the memories of last night started to flash in front of my eyes.My step halted toward her, angering the rage I felt last night all came back.My fist automatically clenched and the concern was replaced by undeniable hatred and anger toward
The story of fatherhood is not about the last page, it is about every paragraph and word. It is about how the emotions of love and protection, of fun and cherishing the moments are conveyed to one another. If you do that, if you take care of the words, the book will take care of itself.If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.v‘’ sweetheart , what are you doing here early in the morning ? ‘’ My mother asks as soon as she opens the door . Every ounce of my body wanted to hug her tight and cry my heart out but indeed I smiled . ‘’ Just missing you guys ‘’ I shrug with a bright fake smile and proceed to hug her . I could tell she already sensed something wrong but I didn't allow myself to flow at the moment . ‘’ Everything is okay, right ? ‘’ she asked, breaking the hug . i fake laugh ‘’ ofcourse mom are you going to everything In the doorstep’’i went inside avoiding her suspicious gaze ….. ‘’ sweetheart pl
If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy readingEpilogue5 years later " Bashir , Syra where are you both " Meerab shouted from the kitchen ." WE ARE HERE " She heard there voice including Blake.She entered the garden area as she gasp " WHAT THE HELL " She shouted looking at the three kids covered in mud ." It's daddy's fault " Bashir said running to her mother ." No mommy He started it " Syra hug Saad defending her father .She glared at Saad who looking like innocent child ." We were just playing " he spoke innocently ."What I am going to do with you guys " she exclaimed angrily ." You both go and change now " she said to her children sternly while they hung there head low and walk back to there room." Mom is no fun " Syra whispered while Bashir stick his tongue out to her ." And you do I need to give you invitation card " she placed her hand on her hips ." You look hot when you-" he tried to come near her when she stop
Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home"If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.v" You want to get married again" Alex frowned at Saad and shook his head ."I knew this man will never change , he wanted to get married again when he is already married to my daughter, how can you fall so l-" he stop in mid sentence " Dad Saad wants to marry me again, not any other women " Meerab explained while Saad sighs in relief, this man Infront of him just doesn't like him but at least he needs to hear people out before judging them.Alex look at them for a moment then frown " why " " Why he wants t
The love of a marriage is simple and pure, it is as the air and water needed daily rather than the firework. That's what we wanted to show in our simple wedding, that by being so steady with one another we could remain together all of our days.By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.v" I am so happy for Shireen but kind of a little sad too " I shared my thoughts with Saad. It's midnight and the day after tomorrow it's her wedding and I couldn't help but think about the similarity of our situation.We both are lying on the bed…" why are you sad " he asks ."Were you happy when we got married?" I asked honestly." I am happy now " he caress my cheek" But you were in that time" I stared at the ceiling." Why does it matter ?" " it's matter because wedding day is the only thing which we cherish our whole life but in our case that day was nothing but a nightmare to us " " I wanted to enjoy l
There is a quiet kind of "cheerful," the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a way of being that allows others a positive space to open up into, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs. There is of course a time and place for the loud kind of cheerful, yet here in the hospital it can have the effect of closing people down - after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Shireen p.o.v" Assalamualaikum I am Noor " Meerab sister said with a warm smile ." Walekum Assalam I am Shireen " I said in a hesitate voice. " And I am Meerab " Meerab spoke behind Noor teasingly . I gave her a bored look" Please come in " I invited them politely ." Some other time , are you ready shall we go shopping " Noor asked while I nodded, closing the door properly and checking my pur
Pain is a chance to become more empathic, more sensitive to others in pain. Problems are an opportunity to innovate. In isolation we can think and let the creative mind spin new ideas. In unfulfilled expectations we can learn patience and understanding. In grief we can learn to cherish the gift of life each day. We can use our pain and fear to mature the mind and develop the soul. For how can the soul dance if it is hiding in the shadows? Thus, only the brave of heart can know true happiness. So, be bold, my love. Meet life as an equal. By Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.vAfter praying I went to the balcony as usual…. To breath the fresh air .To tell the truth, after a long time I felt happy , it felt like everything around me was filled with colour , indeed with every hardship there is an ease …..Happiness is in everything; I feel around me . It is in the rain, cool and fresh, just as d
Guilt is a matter of balance. When you need to feel guilty it will show you how to become a better person, less rotten, more healthy. When you go too far with guilt it becomes like a heavy bag you were supposed to put down once you'd learned whatever it came to teach you. Forgiving yourself is necessary to enable further personal growth. This is being human. This is how we are wired.By Angela Abraham, If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tThird person p.o.v" Saad , Meerab thought about this, you guys don't have to leave this house. You know how mom is right, she gets angry very soon but that doesn't mean she wants you guys to be out of this house. '' Noor tried to make them understand." Noor do you really like your sister getting humiliated all the time" Saad one question made her quiet." So you're really going to leave your old father at this age, " his father said .Saad eyes get moist he held his father hand and kiss them " you k
The pathway into evil begins as small acts of cold heartedness, yet as with any journey those small steps become more significant as they add up. So, wherever you are on that pathway between love and indifference, start making choices for love while you still have enough soul to redeem.If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Third person p.o.vSameera smiles while shaping her nails of course Meerab couldn't be thrown out of this house , but at least the chaos must affect the relationship soon Saad will throw her out too and realise that his only true partner is her." You told everyone didn't you " she looked up from shaping nails toward the door only to see her best friends standing there with the cross arm and accusing gaze in her way." Aww ….I miss you so much finally you are here I hope you miss me too didn't you?" Sameera stood up from the bed leaning on the wall crossing her arm and gave a flying kiss to Meerab, int
This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening.By Angela Abraham,If you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy reading…..Third person p.o.v" Where are you going ?" Mr Khalil asked his wife." For a drive" she said without caring." But I told you that today is an important day for my brother. I wanted you and I to be present there," Saad fathers said ." Well it doesn't matter to me if you want to be present over there then you can… you are free to go don't force me they are your family not mine " with that she left leaving a disappointed Mr Khaleel behindNaaz was never like this before she was the most loving one but after that one incident it changed her personality forever her husband tried so hard to bring the old Naaz back but instead her personality started to get worse stop feeling emotion or even show sympathy to other people al
In a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love is the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.By Angela Abraham, If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.vI prayed far before the sunrise and cried my heart out . After completing my prayer Alhamdulillah I felt better. I always feel better . I went to the mirror and cringes looking at myself . My eyes are puffy and red , my lips are dried like a dead leaf and let's just not talk about my hair at all .I washed my face a few times then went outside . I hold my head. I felt someone was hammering my head again and again .I want tea, that's the only solution for this deadly pain in my head . Saad enter inside but without sparing me a glance , he walk inside of the washroomNoor p.o.v" Yeah these three eyes pack this' ' I told the owner while I look back to see Humza is nowhere to be found .After taking