Be like a diamond, precious and rare, not like a stone, found everywhere.” –AnonymousIf you haven't prayed your salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can'tHappy readingMeerab p.o.vAt night I tossed from this side to another and couldn't contain my excitement to meet Humza again ." Will you let me sleep? " Angel Di smacks a pillow on my face ." Di.." I grunt holding my nose ." Don't Do me sleep " she scolded then turn her side to continue sleeping ." Talk about boring " I mutter, turning to others but the creepy smile again covers my face .In the morning …." What the hell happened to your eyes? " Mom audibly gasped when I entered the breakfast table .Zubair chuckled '' she look like Zombie with hydrated skin " " Zubair !" Mom smacked him on the back of his head ." Did you not sleep? " he asked as I sat pulling the chair out ." Did you -" he was about to ask again." There is no need to repeat yourself. I ignored you just fine the first time. '' I grumble alr
The opposite of teaching hate is teaching love and appreciation - not tolerance or blindness. If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading Meerab p.o.vFinally the clock struck two and I breathed in relief .It's lunch time yaaay….I was waiting in the cafeteria for Sofia since we always do lunch together , my team members, well let's just not talk about them .In short, they don't like me .They think I am privileged and got the job very easily .I hate it …. That they are right .I look from the big transparent glass only to see Saad big hoarding hanging on the other side." Even in photos, he doesn't smile " I mutter to myself and loo
No one will reap except what they sow.” -Quran 6:164If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading…Meerab p.o.vWe entered inside the cafeteria not before the security scanned our barcode through our Id." Why is there so much security ?" I asked Humza as we took a seat in the cafeteria .These guys are really high tech … with tight high security like Saad has been keeping all the treasure from Ali baba chor here in his safe Walt ." Saad wants everything to be perfect so that there is no room for error, " he says ." But we are human being and will make mistakes right "He gulped down his drink " yeah…. That's why he trusts machines more " he chuckled at the end and I forced a smile ." He himself is a robot without any emotion and heartless '' I thought all the time he was just plain rude to me .I gasp realising I just called the c.e.o of this company a heartless person, especially in front of his own brother .Great ! Meerab G
The galaxy was our light in every dark night, the brilliance in the velvet blackIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy readingNoor aka Angel p.o.v" So how is everything going " Meerab and I sat on the balcony after our fajr salah just like always ." Alhumdulillah everything is going great in the office '' she smiled cheerfully and my heart felt at ease .Seeing her happy makes my heart always overwhelmed .Meerab has suffered a lot in her childhood. Now all I want for her is a happy and peaceful life and a man who loves her more than anything else in this world ." Did you make any friends? " I sip my coffee ." Yep "" Sofia , Natalie and Humza " the moment she took her name I choked on my coffee ." Are you okay? " Meerab was about to get up from her place but I motioned her to sit down ." Sorry , so You mean Humza , our childhood friend ? " I pretended to be innocent ." Yep and he became more handsome, " Meerab giggled ." A
Though I could not ever say,I guess my own soul knew,Yet kept its secret from myself,For my own good sake,To garner the kind of shelter,Illusion though it was,That I had an umbrella,In the coldest rain.For in that dreamy state,It could render the handle a wand,Create an entire house,A home with hearth and fire warm,Conjure sweetness from indifference,Both mirage and oasis,A dual sense of reality,Fashioned for survival,And therein I was trained,For this destiny,By a universe that did it's best,To love and to care,In a broken world,Such as ours,And here is my truth,My God answered,Stayed,Did what was possible,And taught me better,Then any other could.Show lessBy Angela AbrahamIf you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading ….Third person p.o.v" I know it must be a little difficult for you but we are not in a hurry , you think about it . We will wait for your answer " Mr. And Mrs Khalil spoke as they both
What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their origin. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.If you haven't prayed please pray your Salah this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy reading….Meerab p.o.vI humm….in rhythm feeling happily playing with my red stole twirling around happily .I cannot believe I am going to Marry Humza. It's a dream come true ." Meerab…" I turn around to see Angel Di coming with a worried expression on her face ." Meerab are you sure ?" She asked .I frown then smile brightly " of course D I smile brightly and wrap my arm around her tightly ." I know what y
If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can'tHappy readingMeerab p.o.vWe both sat in the chair as the groom's side relative came one by one and saw our faces . Most of the people compliment Angel Di more because of course my sister is the prettiest in this world .I smile whenever someone compliments her looks, unlike Angel Di. I have a little dusky complexion though I have no problem but in our desi society fair complexion girls are always the first choice and I seriously don't understand the obsessions of being fair .Especially a few auntie's I tell you .Finally it was time to give us the gift coming from the groom's side .There were two baskets, one was written with Saad name and the other was written Humza .Humza basket is for me and Saad basket for Hamza .I was excited when Mrs. Khalil, soon to be my mother in law, grabbed a Humza basket and walked toward us .I couldn't help it but a huge exciting smile appeared on my face . Everyth
Happiness is in the moment, the more focused the more intense, like a beam of light to the soul. And just as with well focused light, it is then we find better resolution.By Angela AbrahamMeerab p.o.vI was staring at the sky endlessly , and a mug came in front of me. "Coffee?" My eyes went to the owner .I took the mug and Angel di sat down beside me .The more our wedding date is coming the more her face is glowing with happiness .I never saw her so happy ." You are glowing, " I said ." I know, " she giggled, putting the hair strand behind her ear ." You know it's still feeling like a dream " she pushed my shoulder with hers playfully .I tried to smile though every inch of my body wanted to cry out loud ." You never told me, " I whispered ." I never knew I would marry him, " she shrugged, putting her head on my shoulder ." But love him? " I asked ." Meerab " she look at me " sometimes you don't marry the person you love and I didn't know my future and so I didn't wanted t
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