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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
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— 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
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— 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
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— H O O R —. . .“I hope it goes well,” I mumble, standing beside Zahir, watching my family members leave. Under the sky that is veiled with darkness and diamonds that keep kissing it, I watch our family members leave us for an urgent matter that calls their presence. They wave at us one more time, smiling softly. However, Zahir is still with me. It is only a family function they need to attend, yet very important from their perspective. They invited Zahir and me, too and we reasoned that we would be there on the very day of the celebration, because we were invited fifteen days before the grand celebration of the union in another town by my father-in-law's brother's family. Dad told us that it was his brother's, youngest daughter's marriage. I was excited to go with them but Zahir, as grumpy as he is, refused to go with them. He said, ‘Dad, I have work.’ Like we do not know, ha?Then Dad said, ‘Am I unaware of this?’Then Zahir said in a monotonous tone, ‘Of course, you are not,
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— H O O R —. . . “Tum dono ek dusre ko kaise jante ho?” I ask him, kneading the dough, putting all my attention there. (How do you two know each other?)Behind me, I hear the sound of doors opening and closing. Not sure what he is doing but definitely, I am not letting him help me, or else he will hurt himself once again. The billionaire boy looks good at handling money and commerce. He also looks good at cooking, by the way, but I want no risk. “Hum dono?” He steps closer, “Dost hai, yar. Kafi salo se ek dusre ko jante hai.” (We two? We are friends. Have known each other for many years.)I hum, continuing my work. He comes to be beside me, soon asking the most expected question, “Kuch madad karu?”(Need some help?)I cock a brow at him as I watch him gulping down water. “Rehne do, nazuk kali.”(No need, delicate bud.)He groans, keeping down the bottle as he gives me an annoyed look. After all, I gave him a very pretty nickname to tease him. I can't help but chuckle, going back
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— H O O R —. . .Amid the silence, only the sound of the graphite in my grip rubbing against the plain sheet can be heard. My forehead hurts when by constantly frown at the screen. I keep massaging my forehead from time to time but the very next moment, I forget to keep myself neutral and end up frowning tightly at the sheet. Finally done, I groan and let go of the pencil. Paperwork is cruel. I grab my water bottle and take a sip when someone knocks at the door of my cabin. “Come in,” I say, taking another sip. The corner of my eye watches the door opening and not to my expectancy, Mr Hunt steps inside. “Mr Hunt?” I quickly get up, keeping the bottle down on the table. “Hey, don't bother yourself,” he says, smiling at me as he nears the table. I nearly roll my eyes. Well, nearly. I can't be disrespectful towards him for no reason. But he said I am pregnant. I try not to laugh at my own silly joke. “Good afternoon,” I say quietly, smiling at him. “Good afternoon.” He nods his
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— H O O R —. . .“Zahir!” I utter, tapping his bicep. “There's an ice cream parlor!” I tell him quickly before we are far away from it. “Huh? You want ice cream now?” He grumbles, still driving. “Yeah, so what? Come on, stop the car, Zahir!”“Hoor, it's raining outside. I don't want you to —”Guess what? It is going to take an argument for him to get agreed with me and I am ready to do it. Let's get ready, Hoor. “Zahir, nothing will happen to me. Now, I want the ice cream, and get me one.”“No, Hoor! Try to understand —”“No, Zahir, you try to understand!” I snap at him, taking him by surprise. He looks at me with those wide eyes, stopping the car right there. “Hoor?” He almost whispers, scared. I shut my mouth, pressing my lips tight and staring at him blankly. Giving me that confused and scared look, I know he is scared of me and now, he will bring me a cone or anything I desire. “Tum pregnant ho?” He asks instead, still confused. (Are you pregnant?)I stare at him amazed. W
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— H O O R —. . .Another meeting I have to attend. But the fact it is with Zahir, I am not going to make a fuss about it. I like being with him as I have told myself already and I think even if I am going to be tired after it, it is pleasant. The path is wide and serene. The spotless floor reflects the base of my sandals as I take long strides towards my husband's cabin. I am greeted by an employee on the way. Like always, I pass the person a small smile. I keep the file close to my side, my fingers gripping it tightly. My step falls upon the brightness spreading over the floor, entering through the glass walls of the building. It is like molten gold spreading over the shiny surface of the floor. How pretty it looks after the rain has fallen. I miss the smell of wet soil. I tug a strand of my hair behind my ear when my shoulder collides with someone and I stumble on my butt. My palms are pressed badly against the surface of the floor and my butts hurt. I hiss under my breath as
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