All Chapters of HER SECRETS, HIS LOVE: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTIONTHIRD PERSON’S P.O.VThe endless babble of water flowing in a stream could be heard as the sounds of chirping birds and crowing cocks harmoniously united to make a one of a kind musical melody that only the early risers could get the chance to hear.The sounds of the cricket could be heard clearly among the different parallel rhyme if one would attentively listen but what took the climax of the morning natural music was the sonorous voice of the Mua'dhin coming from the nearby Masjid as he woke the Muslims from their deep slumbers.This could be counted as a call that resurrect the dead; for being in a state of slumber is similar to being temporarily death. Allahu Akbar. From this state, some will get to see another day while others would have no chance to open their eyes.Like any other human, Humeyra was no exception as she woke from her deep slumber to the sound of the harmonious natural music made by nature to ackn

CHAPTER 3: THE CRUSHThe heart is a strange organIt never seeks permissionNeither does it require protectionFor when it gets captivatedThere is no one that can save it.Not even the ownerJust the thief ~HumeyraIt has been weeks since the meeting day and I have adapted well to my fake version. I was myself when alone but with others I was not. My kidney was becoming a problem again. I have had kidney stones before but it has recently started to ache again.I was staying with a sister in my apartment who become one of my best friends within the few weeks that I have spent in the university. I was forced to tell Aisha about my health condition since she was the closest person to me whenever am by myself.  The first time she noticed was when I couldn’t move due to the muscle crumps I felt after my dialysis session which was so intense to an extent that I couldn’t help but whimper in pain. After th

Arrogance befit no man for whatever we have today, won’t be buried with us tomorrow.                       ~Humeyra. HAMDAN’S P.O.VThe last messages I got from Humeyra really messed me up.  I didn’t know that I meant so much to her that my death would affect her as much as she said. The poem she wrote to me still lingers in my mind as I recall my heart beating to every word that her poetry entailed. The poem goes as follows:His“Lost in the darkness, Shattered pieces of my broken heart, Loneliness in my soul, never thought it would heal. Then he came along. Never in million years, would I have though he would be mine? He picked up the pieces of my broken heart. He became a companion to my lonely soul. He took me by surprise. The darkest ti

CHAPTER 7: CONFESSION 2Love is like a two edges sword. If you master it well, it would protect you. If you hold it wrong, it will cut you.     ~Humeyra. I am sorry was the first words he said to me. Those simple words broke my heart in to million pieces. He then continued smashing the already broken pieces of my heart to tiny pieces. “I am sorry Humeyra because I am not ready for marriage. I am also sorry because even if I was ready for marriage, you are not my type. I like you but as a friend, a sister.I feel that I am too good for you. You have none of the quality that am looking for in a wife. I am sorry Humeyra”. He concluded.  His word made me so weak I had to hold on to the bed to not fall. I was sure I looked like a wrecked piece of art.I am really pathetic, I thought. Is this what love has reduced me to? A stupid worthless lady who was beneath the stan

CHAPTER 9: LIFE CONTINUESSometimes life has a way of making us swallow our words.                           ©Humeyra WRITERS P.O.VHamdan spent a lot of money looking for Humeyra but he never found her. Occasionally, he would see her mirage like the broken glass in the sun but nothing more. Some would say that love is bitter others would deem it sweet. I call it bitter-sweet for without the pain there would be no gain. But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain.Many dream of a prince charming their very own Mr. Right, a knight in shining armor that would come to their aid, all the time. Humeyra was no exception for she thought Hamdan was her very own prince charming. Others dream of Cinderella their very own fallen angel with beauty and brains,