THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
Hamdan was in a panicked state while Wahid was on the verge of a breakdown due to the intensity of his guilt for what he had done to his sister before. He had no idea that her past was uglier than the scariest horror movies out there for this was no fiction but a real life experience. It was a wonder she was still sane after witnessing such a gruesome incident which even a grown up won’t be able to handle.
Hamdan's dam was overflowing with tears as well. He had rejected her once upon a time without really getting to know her as a person. He had judged her as just another spoilt little brat who had no Hayaa yet what he discovered today pieced his heart as if he had numerous tiny invincible pieces of needle poking at it.He ached for her 10 year old self whereas he felt for the 23year old girl who kept such a dark past buried for 13 long years. He ached for his love.
“I never knew that she had gone through such a nightmarish e
The level of possessiveness differs from one person to another and from one gender to another. It’s widely known that men are more possessive but the fact remains, women are more possessive. What makes the difference is that women have more patience.~HumeyraTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VIt was weird how every time she forgets her principles with that man by her side. The two ended up spending the night in the same room. How did it get to that stage?ImmediatelyWahid left, Hamdan had embraced Humeyra after apologizing to her. Humeyra was too perplexed to react at first given as she had the love of her life crying on her chest. She snapped out of the shock but it was replaced by worry and guilt for what Hamdan did was beyond any limits set for two people in love by religion as well as her own principles, however, she was afraid to say it out loud.In the end she was overwhelmed thinking about the punishmen
Juweyriya’s p.o.vI heard about their Nikah. Itwas a happy moment for them but for me, it was the opposite. I had to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. I spent all my life getting everything I ever wanted. Whenever I wanted something, dad made sure to provide it even if it would be snatched from another. I was raised by my father after my mother’s death.Juweyriya was a princess and will always be one. Well, I gave the two love birds enough time to enjoy each other’s company. It’s timeto implement my plan. You won’t know what hits you. Just you wait and see. You have not won yet.I called my other partners in crime and the plan was set to motion.Third person’s p.o.vHumeyra woke up in what looked like a bed room.A spacious one for that matter but she was not familiar with it.She began to panic but tried to calm herself. The last thing she recalled was cooki
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VThings are not always as they seem. Do not believe everything you see for there are always two sides of a coin.Assumption is the mother of wrong judgement.Hamdan was at the office for the first time after he took a two weeks break to stay with his new bride. He felt extremely joyous and contented. He had all he ever needed. What else could he ask for! As he continued on with his work, Hamdan got a notification on his phone. It was almost time for lunch and he anticipated going back to eat his zawj’s delicious meal. He decided to check the notification which was from an unknown number.He didn’t expect to see what he saw. He knew that face too well. He woke up to it every single morning after their nikah and fell asleep watching his angel! No! It can’t be! She……she possibly couldn’t cheat on him with another man! No…..not his Humeyra! How! How could she do that to him? Ho
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VIt's a beautiful cloudless night. The breeze is cold and the wind was making it colder. In an old man's embrace laid a broken soul that lost her voice for the second time in her life. The mood is gloomy. Gloomier than funeral as the father and brother duo tried to figure out what broke their angel. The broken angel, however, was whimpering like a wounded cub. Tears as precious as the last drops of water in desert, where the scotching sun burns hot the oasis completely dry and the desert unbearably. Tears like water from a running tap, all shed for the one person to whom her heart belongs. The one whose love hurts her most. Tears worthy of bullets. How bitter the salty water from the eyes when triggered by the darkest deepest memories that you tried to bury for years.These were all Humeyra's feelings. It has been less than 24 hours since she experienced the nightmares she has tried her hardest to forget. She was on the verge of
HAMDAN’S P.O.VI was once again in Humeyra’s room on my knees like I have been doing every other day that I paid a visit to her home. I have made numerous mistakes in life and hurt a lot of people in this world, yet the one that I have hurt the most is the one I love the most too. Ever since my anger clouded my judgments and my ego took over my senses, my beloved Zawjy has been staying at her father’s place for almost a month now. Knowing that her father was suffering from last stage cancer was not helping the already difficult situation.My guilt increased ten folds just thinking about it but she needs me and giving up was not an option.Today was no exemption. Like every other day I have been visiting, she looks numb as her eyes seemed lifeless. As I kneel in front of my other half, she looked at me with no feelings whatsoever in her eyes where her face was devoid of all emotions. I felt as if I was staring in to a bottomless pit of darkness as
DeathLife without struggles is not living but simply existing. It's the hardship and struggles that you face which make you stronger and a better person. It's the hate that you receive that helps you become stronger. It's the love that you feel that keeps you on your toes. You dont have to impress anyone rather people have to be impressed by you for who you really are. Those who truly love you will stay and stick around even when they see your ugly side. They will accept you wholeheartedly without hesitation and will defend you without asking for anything in return. Be the hero that you are. Make someone's life easier whenever you can. Do not be afraid to love and show those your love the affection you have for them. Rather embrace them and shower them with love and remind them of your love for death comes with no warning. It neither knocks nor seeks permission. It just takes.~Humeyra
Humeyra’s letterI love you my dearest daughter. That is the first thing I would like you to know and always remember. There are a lot of secrets I kept from you my dearest darling girl. Did you know that I was an orphan child who was brought up by your grandmother as her own child? Did you know that you father was my foster brother? I grew up with your father and know each and every one of his habits. His greatest strength was his sensitivity to the people around him and his major weakness was his ability to overthink things. He was the best brother any man could ask for and the best friend any man could ever have. As for you my darling girl, you took after your father’s virtues and your mother’s strengths. You were always the most gifted child your father had and though he never voiced it out, you were his pride and my little angel. I fell in love with you the day you were born. I was lucky enough to name you and hold you. Then you became my
Y-ou, y-ou, you... What are you doing here? Who let you into my house? How? How did you find me? Humeyra stuttered, the moment her eyes fell on the figures at the door.There were very few people who can scare Humeyra and the person in front of her was one of them.He has the face of an angel at first sight but the reality was completely difference. He was the devil that haunted Humeyra’s dreams. As Humeyra looked at the uninvited guest standing at the door with tears threatening to all, Hamdan and Wahid failed to notice the change in her demur.However, they were instead drawn to the decrepit man at the door. Swafan was his name. From the first glance one would describe him as being larger than life. Despite this, his face was what contrasted her personality and deceived many.He was not as handsome as a model but not far from a movie star.The first impression Hamdan had of him was that for a man, his best features was his lush moth