Forgive the mistakes!
— H O O R —. . .Zahir is cute when he cooks and I have mentioned it before. When he cooks, he stains his face and jaw and he is not aware of it. He struggles with his hair that falls over his eyebrows but can't do it. I raise my arm and help him, pushing away his dark strands. He gives me a lovely smile. “Thank you.”I just shake my head, going back to my work. In movies that Parul used to watch and drag me along, I found the male lead doing such things — tugging back the female lead's hair behind her ear — but it was me who was doing such things. Zahir was giving me lovely smiles which tickled my heart every time. It took us time because I had to give him instructions but he was doing well. “Is it done?” He murmurs to himself, raising his arm to take off the lid of the breaker. I shot him a glance, wondering what he was talking about, and soon he jerked back, growling. I rush to him, gripping his hand instantly which he keeps jerking. He just hurt himself because the lid was
— H O O R —. . .Another day of work and I can't help but notice a few things. A few things that make me wonder what Siya has in her mind when she looks at my husband and especially for me. We are welcomed by everyone with respect. They bow their heads to us, being silent. Their eyes are always looking down in respect for us. The entire building is now well aware of the fact that their boss's wife is working with him. Anytime they look at me, they bow their head at me. I acknowledge them but not with a word. It all feels awkward to me. I am not used to this attention and treatment. Zahir has ordered everyone strictly about this. But Siya is really different from them. She greets me with a smile on her lips when Zahir departs. As soon as he is away, her demeanor changes with the speed of life. Gone is her nervousness along with Zahir's presence. She stands confident, her head held high, and confidence oozing through her. I wonder how she changes in the blink of an eye. She ente
— H O O R —. . .Silence was never fitting to me in my entire life. It was bitter to me. Like nails being pushed into my skin, it felt. The feeling suffocated me. I was never fond of deafening silence like some people are. They are in love with isolation while I felt it to be like a swarm of bugs crawling up my skin, giving birth to the urge to jerk them away but I can't because they are not physically present. The feeling chokes me. But not today. It is different. It is Zahir and I alone. The silence between us is pleasant or say it has veiled itself with pleasantness the moment Zahir entered the frame and held me close. Oh, what a beautiful feeling it is that my Lord has introduced me to. I can let it seep into my skin and run through my veins. I can let it fuse into my blood and go warm and influence my mind, my entire existence. I find it beautiful. I find it beautiful to realize that God made it possible through His amazing creation. I can feel it and I am glad about it. He
— H O O R —. . .Zahir patiently listens to Siya as she stands beside him in the circle. My attention is solely on Zahir and Siya. She speaks confidently, eyes lingering upon Zahir alone. I am not aware of what is there in those eyes of hers and I am not even to think about it because soon, Zahir calls me to him. I walk to them, entering the circle. Zahir offers his hand to me, thus, calling me to stand beside him and Siya automatically has to step aside. I do not get enough time to see Siya's reaction as I am mingled with an official conversation. The young man pleasantly smiles at me. Though I am well aware of his name and what business he does, I prefer to refer to him as. Zahir and he starts walking out of the room and I am to follow Zahir. Soon an old woman also joins us, trailing behind the guest. She is his personal assistant, as I have noticed already. We share no word, nor do I find it necessary to get acquainted with her. Their conversation seems to stretch and comes
— H O O R —. . .“One should never forget God's favors. Whatever He has done,” I begin with a simple sentence, holding a deep meaning, a worthy moral to accept in one's life if one wants to live happily.Zahir sighs as I start weaving my words into the real story that I have heard and read about. Close to my very heart, I have cherished it dearly, taking all the words in my life so I could walk upon it. It taught me very deep and amazing things that I want the world to know. “The nation God brought out of Egypt began to forget about their only God. Their ancestors disobeyed the Lord, going against the very first commandment that He gave to them through prophet Moses; Love the Lord your God with all your mind, with all your soul, with all your heart and with all your strength.”The sun is beginning to sink into the horizon, melting right there. The shades of saffron are fused into the whole sky, and stars begin to twinkle through the spread sheet. I behold the view behind Zahir throug
Recap:- He smiles, “And?”“But Hoshea chose to obey his God, knowing that God isn't unjust.”“He is just.”“Indeed. Hoshea would have begged God in the beginning to let him walk away freely from the relationship but truly Hoshea needed to feel the way God felt or else, I; this generation would never have realized the intensity of pain he had to go through.”. . .— H O O R —. . .“...or else, I; this generation would never have realized the intensity of pain He had to go through.” “Right.”“But soon Hoshea learns that he can't walk away from this relationship because the woman is given to him till death do them part. According to the Word, they are not two anymore. They are one. They belong to each other. He'd have remained unmarried easily after divorcing the woman because he had God but God knew that the world would start harassing the woman after Hoshea divorces her. And most importantly, God not only wanted Hoshea to feel like God in this case but also to love like God in this c
— H O O R —. . .I wonder what was going through Zahir's mind when he was listening to me. I want to know though. The desire to know his opinions and feelings being the curtains of his sky-open eyes has awakened in my mind. It was quick, all in a moment but I couldn't help it. “Zahir?” I am not sure if he is still listening to me or has fallen asleep. The moment seems peaceful to him. I see his bright blue summer sky eyes veiled behind the curtains of flesh. He faces me and breathes peacefully. “Hmm?” His response is lazy, coming after a few seconds of my questioning call. Voice deep and husky as he just hums, sending a shiver down my spine. I worry my bottom lip. His impact on me is deep, I cannot hide this from myself. We are just getting closer as time passes. Despite knowing that we are destined to be separated or who knows what will happen next. Indeed, despite this, perhaps there is no fear in our hearts. Perhaps this is why they are ‘hearts’. “I wanted to know...” I begi
— H O O R —. . .Work is necessary and indeed very difficult to handle sometimes. Although I have always been passionate about my work, I do not deny that work also brings stress and fatigue. Especially when I have to tire my eyes and fingers just by sitting in front of a screen. But it is over.I sigh, turning my chair to the wall of my cabin. I raise my arms as I stretch them tight, releasing a yawn from my parted lips before I give up with a deep exhale. Finally, it is over! I put my hands on my eyes as I close them, darkness falling before them like the large curtains of a temple from high. A sigh has escaped from my lips as the warmth of my palms has kissed my weary eyelids. It is another definition of relief, trust me. From the spotless glass walls of my room, I behold the way of the sun melting behind the tall buildings, letting the moon peek from the other side. Stars have started twinkling upon the bright shades of saffron mingled with the pigeon hues of night. Gray shad