OUR JOURNEY TO FREEDOM

Chapter 25: The fire

When people decide to neglect or mock you, it is usually in times when the skies refuse to show up for you, their mockery is yet another tale of illusion that they reside in. Most of them cannot reach you even if they're given a silver spoon. Grace! When Allah gives you grace, not everyone will rejoice with you in victory. Some will kick you where it hurts and everything might seem as though they have the master card to shuffle the deck of your life. They forget Allah is in charge, he only allows them to enjoy their illusion and crush them at the peak. Even if Israel's genocide is a tale of mockery it wants to tell for a lifetime, and even if the world is silent, Palestine will be free! Congo will smile again, the flowers of fortitude will bloom in Afghanistan. Every cry of the children of Myanmar will turn to resounding cheers . A restoration from Allah is one we do not doubt .

On the runway, all forms of emotion is ignited. The grace at which every clothing is worn, the fire in the eyes of it wearers and the cheer from the audience is one that cannot escape the brains of all. Some of whom may be turned into the front cover of fashion magazines, billboards and many brand ambassadors. Tonight's fashion show was an enchanting one with glitz and glamour. While the models got busy doing what they do best, the end of every segment was graced by the master minds who created the art.

Amongst the audience sat Asmy in all glory. With hawk eyes she nodded and took notes of brands she was looking forward to working with. Her nightmare began with an awkward jittery when the host announced the next segment was by Hayat creations. She looked around in confusion, wondering how that was even possible. She knew Hayat had amazing artists under her belt but she didn't expect to see their show of confidence. In a mocking smile, she prepared her mind for a boring run, maybe an outdated version of fashion.

One after the other, outfits were displayed by models, from the vintage pieces to modest wears, vibrant colors and cute pieces, shawls and accessories, the audience roared in excitement. This was the new era collection from Hayat creations. With a walk that exudes passion and enthusiasm, Hayat gracefully ended the segment with a flamboyant gown. Who said she wasn't going to show up in full glory? Her stars shown brightly and the moon is watching out for her at all times.

After what felt like hours, the fashion show came to an end. While the audience couldn't wait to adorn themselves in all the beautiful pieces they saw, interviews were taken from all angles. Hayat was having a great show behind the cameras. One could say the collection had everything to do with the radiance of her smile. While she couldn't stop singing praises for her amazing team, she had to heed to Ummu Salma's advice to call it a day as it was only a couple minutes until they enter tomorrow.

Just when she was about to board her waiting ride, a voice stopped her . This was a moment she saw coming and she was ready to spark.
who are you and how dare you?

I don't see anyone guiding your steps, you mustn't be blind...

How dare you! You bloody murderer!

You know what, I wanted to ignore your questions but since you are dying for an answer, I might as well give you some candy...

I am your worst nightmare darling, the fire that is about to ignite your arrogance and treachery. The one that starts without a smoke to give you a heads up about my coming. I'm your karma sister in law, an inextinguishable flame. Even the wind is scared to snatch my glory, how much more you! If you may excuse me, I have places I need to get to . And like that, she zoomed off without looking back. Unapologetically, she sped away into the solace that awaited her.

Asmy stood there like a concussed child. She couldn't utter a single word. She had to be dragged into the car by her assistant. How did she escape, just how!! She yelled out loud typing Manal on her contact search tab... is this woman crazy, does she ever stop to think, it's bloody midnight, her assistant hissed exhaustingly.