A story in which she was chosen as the light of his heart which he can't help but fall for deeper with every breath...
My heart feels so guilty like it is the heart of a murderer...
I wanna turn to light...
But someone in my mind shouts to dig into...
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Oh, a missing page of my story, Oh, a sweet blurry memory, The only smily in the drawing, It is now, not in the book The starting page where you wrote My name,
Prologue:
March 15, 2003; Sydney, Australia...
"Are you sure it's a good idea to sneak out like this, mom?" the soft gentle breeze caresses my cheeks while the fresh air and the beautiful fragrance of flowers calmed my senses which was on rollercoaster a minute ago. May be I am a kid, a seven years old human but I am more mature than a 20 years old lovesick. Anyways, we sneaked out of the house after whole 6 months. Yes, 6 months. Life has been good until he came back. "Aren't you are the one getting bored, Momin?" she asked holding my hands tightly in her big ones. Well, true..
We were at the gate of Uncle Ahmad's house as he was the only one who doesn't forbid mom to come to them. Mom had told me everything, everything about him and dad. How they she left her family for my father and somewhat her religion too as dad was non religious person but she still named me momin, a Muslim name. The house wasn't as far from ours, just a drive of bearly 15 minutes. Uncle Ahmad is mom's first cousin, a very humble and gentle person and so was his wife but their daughter, my little flower, she was the only one I am friends with. "Goodevening Hanna, Goodevening champ" A gentle hand runs throw my hair, a hand of gentleness, I wish it was his hand not uncle's. He crotched down at my level, I am not that small tho. "Good evening Uncle, how are you doing?"
"I am doing great, Alhamdulillah my son, let's go in your little flower is mad at you" uncle replied and the name little flower made me smile and worried at the same time, why is s- oh potatoes! I didn't come last sunday. "Where's she?" I asked looking up at him, while he and mom just chuckled looking at my worried face. "She is with sara, let's go" He held my small hand in his and took me inside while mom followed us, smiling. She was always happy around them and so was me. I saw aunty sara standing in the backyard but then tilted my head when I saw a small figure behind her, clutching her gown, glaring at me but immidiately turned when our eyes met. I ran towards them and greated aunty. She smiled qnd pecked my cheek making me shy a little bit, i admire her alot after my mom. "Assalamualaikum, little flower?" I softly poked her puffed up cheek smiling ear to ear. I don't know but her cheeks look like soft dumplings. She huffed and turned away, that little was four and had attitude of 20 years old. "Noor, If someone says Assalamualaikum than what should we reply?" Aunty Sara kneeled down at her level and caressed her cheek. "Waalaikum-sal-am" she sofly mumbled with a little difficulty making me chuckle. "And what happens when you won't answer?" again a question and this time she looked up her, her bambi eyes were shinning, she was surely Noor. "Allah will be angry, sorry mumma" she turned to me having a small pout on her lips "waalaikumsalam"
A chuckled escaped all of our's mouth.
"Now, go kids play" aunty sara ruffled my hair "Hanna, come lets have tea" she held mom's hand and took her inside the house and uncle also followed them.
