A Voice For The Voiceless || 𝖪𝖳𝖧 Halal 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ||

Chap 34: Invisible Heart

Ibraheem's eyes widened in astonishment as he saw the gun standing near the wall, its metallic surface gleaming in the fading light. "So this is the gun you fought with Israeli soldiers?" he asked, his voice filled with awe and reverence. Taehyung looked at the gun, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

 "Someone helped me a lot," he said, his voice laced with gratitude. "I'll tell you guys the whole story." A man came from behind, his curiosity getting the better of him, and asked Taehyung, "Aren't you Korean?" Taehyung nodded, his dark hair bobbing up and down. "Yes, I am," he replied, his Arabic accent impeccable. 

The man continued, "Then how can you speak Arabic so well?" Ibraheem looked at Taehyung affectionately, a sense of pride and admiration in his eyes. "He learned it, and he learned it specially for us, to understand us and to talk with us," he explained.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "You're a genius, man!" Taehyung became shy, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "It's nothing like that, haha," he said, his face flushing.

The people around him started to murmur, impressed by Taehyung's language skills and his willingness to learn their culture. Just then, a kid asked Taehyung, "Uncle, where is the food? You don't have food?" Taehyung smiled warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The kid's mother came over, saying, "Hey, Hamza, it's not good manners, okay? Let him rest and talk with us first." 

The kid pouted, his lower lip jutting out in disappointment. "But, Mother, I'm hungry!" Taehyung reassured him, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. We'll go and bring... hmm..." Taehyung looked at Ibraheem and Alfid, his eyes seeking their assistance. "I'll need your little help. I have five big trucks loaded with full aids."

All the people gasped and looked at each other in surprise, their faces reflecting their shock and amazement. Taehyung continued, saying, "I'll need some people from you because I can't bring five trucks here."

 Ibraheem got up, his face set in determination. "Sure, we six men will come with you, and the rest will stay here with the women and children." The men nodded in agreement, eager to help and support Taehyung in his mission.

Ibraheem looked at the men and said, "Huzaifa, Amjad, Hamid, Zakir, Aliyaan, Alfid, and me - we'll go with you." The men who Ibraheem called out stood up, determined and ready to face any challenge that lay ahead. They were willing to risk their lives to bring aid to their community, and they were grateful to Taehyung for his bravery and selflessness.

Alfid called out to Sulaiman, a young boy with a curious gaze. "Look outside and tell us if the rain has stopped," he said, his voice gentle and encouraging. Sulaiman went out and came back smiling, saying, "Yes, Alfid uncle, the rain has stopped. It's going to be time for Maghrib prayer. The sun is setting."

 The people started to prepare for prayer, grateful for the opportunity to thank Allah for the aid that had arrived and for the safety of Taehyung and the community. Ibraheem looked at the children and said, "Kids, we'll all pray first, then we'll go there to bring food with your hero uncle, okay?" The kids cheered, their faces lighting up with excitement and anticipation.

 All the women and men started to do ablution with the stored rainwater, their hands and faces glowing with cleanliness and purity. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and gratitude as they prepared to welcome the aid that would bring them relief and hope.

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The sound pf prayer whispering echoed throughout the hall of the building, creating a serene atmosphere that seemed to transport everyone to a world of peace and tranquility. Taehyung sat quietly, observing the people as they prayed with their heads bowed. He couldn't help but notice the condition of the building, wondering how they managed to live in such a state.