SERENDIPITY (Islamic Story)

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

The woman was looking at me and then at Hafsa. Long, blonde hair was flowing down in curls, reaching her hip. She had a long dress on, wearing it with heels. Not from the usual people visiting my family. Hafsa broke the silence with pushing me aside and walking towards the woman, hugging her.

"Hello mum! Come in, my parents are inside" Hafsa said, making my eyes widen. Then she looked at me and smiled.

"This was just someone collecting for money, but she was about to go, right Manar?" she said, pushing me outside and closing the door. I shook my head and turned around. She was really getting married. Who was the guy? They must be sick wealthy- I mean, look at the woman. I would never want a rich future. That only hurt people, that only destroyed people. Just like it did with Nourdin.

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I drove faster to get there. I didn't know why I should believe the message but I really needed to. I took Manar's phone to check the message again. I took her phone the last time I was at her house. I feel bad for doing that, but it was the only way to track down Nourdin. When I went through the messages she got, I completely lost it. He had been stalking her for so long from different numbers each time. Some of the messages were way too nasty to even think about it. I punched the steering wheel and pressed on gas to go faster. She got a message from a number, saying to get to this address to get Karim. I first thought it was going to be the same as the first time we got punked. I looked around to figure out where I was. This was the dead side of the city. Only elder people live there so it was always a quiet place. I looked at my TomTom to see that I was almost there. I let out a big sigh. I just wished so badly that Karim was there.

I parked my car outside the building. I looked around. I didn't see much but I could figure out that there was grass around me. I started walking. I started walking, trying to find a place, a hint of where Karim would be. I started yelling. His name, over and over again. The darkness was becoming lighter as I was walking. Even though it was still dark, I could make out my surroundings. I could see everything. Maybe it was because I needed to. Maybe it was because I had no choice. Manar had been unhappy for way too long. And only Karim would make her happy. Even though I am not the father, I can feel what she is feeling. It is so weird- and maybe that's why I continu to help her. I started running and out of nowhere I heard a little cry. It was like in the distance, but I still could make out that it was indeed a cry. My heart started beating faster, wanting nothing more than to reach the voice. I started running faster, nearing the person who made the cries. I saw him there. Being wrapped in a white blanket, making him clearly visible. I didn't know how fast I was running there- to him. The moment I saw his face, being completely wet with his hans raised, I felt that the nagging feeling I had for weeks now vanished. Finally. He was back, finally.

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Okay people, I just want to clear things up. I was already going to write this Authors Note but always forgot about it. And this lovely girl messaged me and it kind of was a reminder for me to write this. I have a uni life. My major is chosen the best major of 2014, which makes it one of the most difficult majors. I got in passing a huge test, because they don't let random people get in. I have to travel four hours a day. Next to that, I have a huge family. We always get together in the weekends, no matter what. When it is by my aunt or something, we spend the whole day there which shuts out the choice of updating (I can't update there because I don't want my family to know that I write). Sometimes they come to us, which means that we have to clean and cook, and believe me, the cleaning is like cleaning your house for Eid. I think my family is very important, more important than writing stories. I am scared that one of them will die, and I will regret spending so less time with them (which I actually went through and still are going through). I have a busy life. I love writing, because its my hobby, my passion. I think I am a good writer, because I love my ideas. There is nothing wrong with saying what you're good at. Lately I get a bit annoyed with messages I get. They think I update way too late the whole time. May I first start with me updating almost everyday when I was writing You, my Punishment. It was so new to me and I was so in love that I was updating almost every day. I think that now I deserve to take my time after writing 73 chapters without 'breathing'. I don't even update THAT late, so I don't understand what people are discussing about. But yeah, I am still writing this. The amount of stories is not affecting my updating time. If I wrote only one book, I still would've updated the same. Me writing three other books is not a problem for my updating. If you have noticed, I always write short chapters. I have been doing that since the beginning, its my thing. I have forced myself so many times to write long chapters but that doesn't work. I can't write long chapters. So when I write and update only one book, means that the chapters for the other stories are ready to be published too. If you take the three chapters I write for the three stories, you will see that it will only reach three pages. Some writers have 20 pages for one chapter they update, so that means that the amount of stories isn't a problem because I already write short chapters. I started doing a updating schedule but it didn't work out, because I am someone who can't write every single second of the day. I have a mood and an inspiration. If these two are awake, I will be able to write. I can't sit down and say 'okay now I'm going to write'- that is not how it works with me. I want to write because I love it, not because I am forced to do it because 'holy crap people are waiting'. Also, when I have a chapter ready to be published, I first look at how many comments I have gotten on the previous chapter. If that is the amount of what I wanted, then I will post it. If it wasn't , then I will wait. My best friend Badiaa told me that the reason I get less comments each time is because I don't update regularly. That was very stupid. I mean, not that she said that because its true, but what she said. She is someone I take very seriously and sometimes it looks like I don't take her advice, I deep down always save what she is saying because she is way too important to me. I talked with her about this and we kind of agreed but also didn't. I don't think me getting comments should depend on me writing regularly. If you like a chapter (or you want to say anything) you should do that, you should comment, no matter when the next update will be. In my opinion, I get less comments than I deserve. This is because each chapter is around the 1K, and I only get like 15 comments. I was never the one who was counting comments, but when I saw that I got less and less, I started feeling that my work didn't get appreciated and it doesn't motivate me to update. Right now I only write chapters to please people, because I really don't enjoy it anymore. Not the writing, but the updating. Getting annoying messages like that just doesn't make me motivated to write. I don't even update THAT late. Most I have put between is a month, and that was in my writers block period. Now its like an update in two weeks. I have books in my library that aren't updated since June! So I don't think I write late. I have a life. My life doesn't only depend on social media. I am not one of those people who are constantly on social media. I have a life, and if this is going to continue like this, writing on wattpad won't be part of my life anymore. From now on I will not update this book till I get at least 30 comments. I can't seem to find a way to please people, then I will do this. Maybe this will help you guys getting updates regularly and me getting appreciation for my work. Yes, I am going to be this childish.