𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐑

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𝐒 𝐀 𝐁 𝐀 𝐇

Last night, sleep eluded me. The same dream haunted me yet again—the one about the mysterious man whose face I could never fully decipher. But that wasn’t the only reason for my restlessness.

Thoughts of him—Salah Ibrahim Khan—and his daughter, Haniya Salah Ibrahim Khan, lingered in my mind long after I had closed my eyes.

When I first met Haniya, I had no inkling of her connection to him. She was just an adorable, lively child who exuded warmth and innocence. But seeing them together, the resemblance was undeniable—the same piercing eyes, the same commanding presence, though softened in her by youthful exuberance.

No one had ever mentioned Salah Ibrahim Khan’s personal life to me. There were always whispers about him, about the aura of danger that surrounded him, about his past veiled in secrecy. But a wife? A family? Nothing. He remained a mystery. A man cloaked in enigma, his presence carrying an unspoken weight, making people both wary and curious.

After shaking off my thoughts, I busied myself by arranging my books before changing into a simple green maxi dress. Today was going to be a long day. Apart from my usual English lessons, I had two hours of counseling sessions with the students.

It always broke my heart to see young kids spiraling down dangerous paths—falling into the grip of drugs, losing themselves in reckless choices. It wasn’t just about their education; it was about their future, about ensuring they didn’t walk roads that would lead to ruin. If I could help even one child steer toward the right direction, it would be worth it.

As I was about to leave, Ammi’s voice stopped me.

"Sabah."

I turned to find her watching me with soft yet expectant eyes.

"Try to come home early from now on," she said. "There’s less than a month left until your Nikkah, and we have a lot of preparations to make."

The weight of her words settled in my chest, but I merely nodded, offering a small smile before stepping out.

The bus ride to school passed in a blur, yet my mind refused to stay still.

Marriage.

A life with someone else.

A new beginning.

No matter how much I tried to push the thoughts away, my mind kept circling back—not to my upcoming wedding, not to my future husband, but to him.

To those eyes.

Sage green. Deep. Haunted. As if carrying the burden of unsaid words and untold pain.