بسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
In The Name Of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful
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The body needs food to eat and drinks to intake. If either of them lacks, the body will demand the necessities, whereas the soul is neither aware of food nor gender or music. Rather, it is such a creation that is only conscious of its Creator.
It wants to sustain and strengthen the relationship between itself and its Lord. And when it fails to do so, it becomes anxious. And the anxiousness transforms into desertness which overcomes the body. To ward off loneliness, a human then addicts itself to a higher form of worldly pleasure, oblivious that it will only bring more sickness to the soul.
Standing behind her, Eva, the choreographer giggles as she looks at whom the vocalist is deadly glaring at.
"Looks like Grayson Hart has set his eyes on you." Eva teases her.
Wafa snaps her head to the choreographer, "I'll take his eyeballs off of his skull before I leave." She grits, enunciating each syllable clearly and crisply. "Who does he think he is?"
The vocalist again looks back at Hart with rage and regrets her actions as his smirk only gets wider and wider, observing the havoc he is wrecking inside of her, adding fuel to her fury.
"Argh! The wit of this man!" Wafa huffs, turning to Evangeline while her back faces him.
"Seriously, who is he? I've never met him before."
Eva, with her mouth agape, just looks at her in utter shock. One, because Wafa talked about ripping his eyes off. Two, she isn't jumping to the seventh heaven because Grayson Hart has shown interest in her. And three, because she doesn't even know who Grayson Hart is!
"You really don't know?" She asks the brown-haired girl with an innocent countenance. For a woman said to be twenty years old, she seems to be in her early teens with her baby features.
"I just met him today." Wafa deadpans.
"Grayson Hart is the owner of The DiamonBlack. He also holds the title of the youngest self-made billionaire in America." Evangeline informs.
Her eyes widen a fraction before they become deadly again.
This is news to Wafa.
The vocalist scowls. "Why out of all the ladies--" She gestures at them with her eyes, "dressed more temptingly with bodies and clothes more seductive than mine, displaying all their assets, has he taken a liking in me then?!"
Ah, the bitter truth of society. The insecurity of some women. They believe the prettier they look, the more revealing clothes they wear, and the more the boys ask them out will elevate their worth in society.
For a span of a few seconds, the choreographer blankly stares at the vocalist, then smiles warmly.
"Usually flowers are admired because of their beauty and sweet fragrance, attracting the equally beautiful nightingales, the hummingbirds, and their other species to taste the nectar." Eva tilts her head to the side, observing Wafa with her honey eyes. "Say, what type of a flower are you? You are beautiful and intelligent. And you have a good social status, so why you don't let birds come to you and like you? Unless you are--"
Eva's soft voice hits Wafa's ears, and her eyes widen. To this inquiry, she has no answer.
"I am not gay."
"I apologize for my bluntness." She awkwardly chuckles while pulling loose strands of hair behind her ears. "It's just-- I've known you guys for a while now, especially Kyle, and I've heard quite about you from him--"
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The Artist And The Atheist
Spirituale❝ I Had Closed off all avenues to Your grace, But then, I found myself at her doorstep, seeking solace and pace. And what an astonishment that You made her to heal and renew Me, So with gentle care, she led me back to You. ❞ -extended summary inside-
