"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙢."
Not even the owner of the heart.
Except, for one.
And so, Lina Williams didn't know what her heart held. Nor was she aware of t...
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An owl fluffed out it's feathers and quickly disappeared amid the trees in the mist of early dawn.
The sky wasn't as pitch dark as it was during midnight. By now, it had become dark blue.
The sun was yet to rise above the horizon.
Outside, in the courtyard, the winds were swirling around the flowers, causing them to shake violently. Somewhere in the bushes, the squirrels were awake, collecting nuts for winter.
In the middle of pond, appeared a toad, quietly peeking through the Lotus leaves.
Suddenly, the wind changed it's direction.
The gentle wind travelled it's way to the pond, making little waves on it. The lotus leaves floating on the pond swayed a little, causing the toad to retreat back inside the water. Then, it climbed it's way up the birch tree and quietly leaped through the open window, causing the grey curtains to sway.
Lina stirred in her sleep.
A small frown creased her forehead as the swift breeze gently blew her curls onto her face. After a moment or so her eyes flew open.
Tucking the curls behind her ear Lina sat up. For a moment, she remained in her bed—blinking her eyes and silently listening to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Her blue-green irises then landed on the bay window.
Last night, when Lina was going to bed, she had kept it open.
It happened so that a red-headed finch had landed on her study table and it had refused to leave her room. She didn't want the little bird to be trapped inside her room. Hence, she had left it open. Incase it had changed it's mind and wanted to leave.
She had gotten to know from Tanveer that it was a common occurrence. Small birds and sometimes squirrels too would visit their rooms. After all, their mansion was surrounded by trees. And since most of the branches were against their windows, little creatures would venture inside their rooms.
The corners of her lips lifted slightly as she gazed outside the window. The branches of the birch trees swayed slightly, giving her quick view of the crescent moon that was trying to hide between the scudding clouds.
“Alhamdu lillahil-ladhi 'ahyana ba'da ma 'amatana wa'ilayhin-nushur.” Lina whispered. Silently thanking Allah for giving her another chance. For another day. To live. To learn, and to rectify the mistakes.
Resting against the headboard, she glanced at the clock. It was almost time for fajr prayers.
Lina got up from the bed and started to make her way towards the en-suite when suddenly there was a loud crash. She froze in her spot. Seconds later there was another crash followed by a loud cursing.
Her heartbeat quickened. “What was that?” She thought. Lina immediately turned around.
Reaching the door, she gently twisted the knob and opened it. She looked around in search of her father or brothers. But she was met with complete silence.
