OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 101: Ameenu

~ True love is usually the most inconvenient kind~

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Ameenu:

When I heard my father's wife's son is bringing home a wife, I couldn't help but feeI bad for the victim Ahmad has trapped into marrying him. But I was curious to see who it was.

I expected someone similar to them, But Yasmeen was the opposite. She was pure, radiant, innocent, honest, loving, soft, kind hearted, generous and humble.

I still remember the first time I saw her. She was standing in the living room, holding a glass of water. "My God" I whispered, slowly making my way in.

And suddenly, she looked at me. Thus by her merest glance I was unmanned, And pride so humbled, none could understand. I looked away really quickly, afraid that I might not be able to control myself

I was still in a trance when Ahmad appeared from behind her and killed the magic

Whenever I saw her, the air around me crackled, Heart beating a little faster. Nothing was ever the same again, It was then I knew why love was always described with eternity. A single minute stretched out for lifetimes.

Yasmeen holds a special place in my heart. I kept that special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I knew she might never be mine, I knew deep down that I was more deserving of her than Ahmad judging by the way he treated her

My love for her does not recognize boundaries, distances, borders, or time zones. She made my feelings come out from my soul

I found her pretty in a bewildered, washed-out way, but it was her restlessness that aroused me, the quiet exasperation of a woman who longs to throw herself into something significant, but cannot find what it was

With Yasmeen around, my life was a little better. I had something I looked forward to each day, and that was seeing her. It was the highlight of my day

She gave me peace just by looking at her, which might explain why I loved looking at her and with too much intensity in my eyes. The way people never look at people anymore. I wanted her in every sense.

She is like a poetry book, I read every letter and digest every word. Every part of her paints a part of a bigger picture. The only way one can love her, is if one intends on reading every page and learning how to comprehend every piece of her

Yasmeen was happy at the beginning, but then she was not happy, then something was wrong. She came into this family as a happy being, yet over time, the happiness faded away and she found herself in this bubble of anxiety and misery all the time.

Ahmad and his family acted as if she was invisible, She was used and forgotten and left to whatever narrow miseries they made for her, Without anybody asking
What's wrong.

It was like she never wanted to wake up from sleep every morning, for she was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. She wakes up into a nightmare.

I usually stand by my window, which is directly facing the balcony to Ahmad's house watching Yasmeen. She always stands at the balcony, enjoying her morning coffee everyday before heading to work.

Often times, solitary tears crept through the scars of her face, A liquid without a name, it being made of so many emotions and conflicts, each cancelling the other out until only salt and gravity filled the moment and moved down through her expression.