Love is an addiction that requires proper attention with the right selection and compatible composition. Its madness whose medicine lies in the one responsible for the theft committed.
~Humeyra.
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
Humeyra was finally out of the ward and was given the master bedroom which was initially occupied by Hamdan. She actually liked everything about the room as if it was made specifically for her. From the purple painted wall to the beautifully curved ceiling .Not forgetting the lavender sheets that smelled of Hamdan's scent which drove Humeyra insane each night as she imagined him beside her. She was mad at him but she missed his embrace for he became a part of her the moment he decided to embrace her in that ward. His embrace, reminded her of what it felt to be home. The warmth from his body gave her the reassurance she always sort but never found.
A part of Humeyra yearned for him w
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.It was around 3.am when Humeyra’s biological clock woke her up for her every day appointments with her Rabb. It has become a habit for her to observe Qiyamul leyl (night prayers) and converse with her Rabb (lord) on any and every bit of her Joys and sorrows.She took her ablution carefully and stood on the prayer mat ready to talk to her creator. Though she was not physically strong enough to stand up for long, a habit is hard to forgo hence it was hard for her not to have this conversation with her Rabb.She had to endure the pain and pray that her body will not fail her when she needed Allah's guidance most.Humeyra's P.O.VAfter my last prostration, I raised my hand to the sky and continued my supplication."O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your religion.O mover of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O director of hearts, make my heart firm upon your obedience. O move
I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter.Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove.~HumeyraHAMDAN'S P.O.VThe image ofherbeautifulfaceluminatedbythecandle, filledwiththespecsandmirageofthetearsfromherbeautifulonyxeyeswasstuckinhismind.She was fully covered as always and the only part of her that was visible to my eyes was her face and palms. Though her back was to the door I could clearly see her image reflected by the mirror from the glass door of the drawer
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VHamdan's control was slipping away very fast as he watched his love tear up near him. Given as it was the weather outside didn’t help the fact that he yearned to take away her pain, he wished to hold her in his arms and pat her head, he wanted to kiss away her worries and tell her that all will be well with time.It was chilling cold outside and Humeyra’s small frame curled up under the covers of the duvet was the most tempting sight at that very moment. He repeatedly uttered the Ta'wuth under his breath but it was as if the shaytwaan was exerting all his might to tempt him, and tempted he was. He gathered the courage and asked her if he could lay down next to her on the bed. He heard a surprised gasp coming from Humeyra whose expression was like a child caught with her hands in the cookie jar. Guilty.Humeyra looked guilty because that was exactly what she was thinking of. She knew that he was her greatest weakn
It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I?~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.V"Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ya Umma. I have missed you a lot”. Hamdan embraced his mother as he stayed in her arms with his eyes closed while yalina joined him by embracing her mother from the left side of her shoulder. Umm Hamdan otherwise known as Hafsa was a very beautiful woman who was knowledgeable enough in both the matters of religion and modernity.She was neither plump nor slender. Just the right body size for her middle height statue. She was the heart throb of many during her youthful years but now, she was the name that beat in the heart of Abu Hamdan. The first love to her
Everything has its timing.Whether good, bad, ugly, sad, or mad. Nothing can happen before its due time. Whatever is written shall come to pass no matter what.~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VHamdan nervously waited on his family in his study after they have had lunch. He knew that being the wise man that he is, his father would understand and support him in whatever decision he would make.A few minutes after he had settled his nerves, the family started filling in the room led by Mufti Umar al Khatami 52 years of age, Hafsa binti Al-Harith 48 years of age, yalina 18, yusra 16, zuneir 24 and Abdurrahman 22. As they settled down, Hamdan took a deep breath and started his little yet significant speech.HAMDAN'S P.O.VI took a deep breath and started my heartfelt declarations and sincere confession. Bismillah, I began. Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu dear family. Na'am. Today, Alhamdul
It's easy to earn someone's trust even by deception.It's even easier to lose the said trust which once lost would be very hard to attain.~ HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VIt has been two days since Humeyra talked to her long lost mentor and teacher. When Hamdan found them in their cozy state the whole family had different reactions to them but one stood out yet went unnoticed.Hamdan and his family stayed in Humeyra's room for a few hours to talk to her and get to know her better, however, of course Abu Hamdan hogged most of her time and never left her free from his embrace. Eventually, everyone was contented (though not entirely true for some people in the room) that Humeyra should be given time to contact her guardian and settle her issues with her adopted brother.As the issue was left unattended to so abruptly with no one foreseeing her abduction, Humeyra found some loopholes
Just like the beautiful butterfly was once an ugly cocoon, so is a reformed human in the thaws of iman.~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VAs Dhul Qarnain held his two children in his embrace, his heart was filled with a feeling of contentment and relief. He has been keeping secrets from both his children. The secrets might possibly be taken positively or negatively depending on how his two children will take them. On the other hand, he was glad to know that Hamdan will be formally bringing a marriage proposal on that same day. In addition to that he had previously ordered Humeyra to stay at his condo till after her Nikah to keep him company as well as to reduce the fitnah that will surely raise as she keeps on living under the same roof as Hamdan.THE NEXT DAY...Hamdan was anxious for the day has finally arrived.He would face Humeyra's father once more.
Talking about your problems to the right listening ears is half solving it and reducing the burden.~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VIn one of the prestigious hotel sat three young people: Humeyra, Wahid and Hamdan. Wahid was not yet over the fact that his first love was going to marry someone else. He felt resentful yet his love for her was enough to keep him seated ready to protect her if need be for today he was her Mahram. He was ready to concede to any decision she makes if it made her happy. He was seated far enough from the two to give them some privacy where as he can hear them too. Though not related by blood he had the responsibility to protect her as her brother for they grew up together under the same roof.In the secluded family room on the other table sat a young lady and her man talking.“Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ya Habibti,