Love is Faith (An Islamic love story) *completed*

"Worth"

*Edit* All of the intro's and the story parts were written back in 2016

Assalam o alaikum! :)

For those of you who still are in a state of shock and confusion regarding the previous chapter...then let me clearly tell you this...that YES Zohaib is actually Hareem's husband now :)....It's like a dream isn't it..?:)...AAhhh I'm relieved...finally they meet...! You see I've struggled with them too ;) I was with them all the time...Anyways you'll get it about that 'Hammad' thing as you proceed...
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It was the longest walk he ever had to his home. He did not know how he walked or how much time it took him to reach here. Neither did he remember how many times he fell on the roads, failing to support his clumsy figure. He had never been this weak.
He was sitting in his own room now, with his guitar in hand on which his name was printed in dark black shades, as black as his life. Tears were constantly rolling down his face. The tears left his pale skin with a burning sensation. He was burning inside.

He tried to get up from the floor but his injured legs would not let him move, he made another painful effort and stooped on one of his leg and stumbled towards the huge mirror that was erected on the wall in front of him. He stood their trying to balance himself , and stared towards the reflection of him in the mirror. That mirror had never behaved like it was doing now, it was always one of his obedient pets, but today it was throwing such a harsh response on his face. The face that used to be bright, beautiful and made several hearts beat out of the chests, was ruined and could not be recognized, his white flesh had turned pale.
He placed one of his hands on the wall above the mirror to keep himself from falling. Raising his head he looked at his eyes. Several faces flashed in his mind who would keep on staring him, but could never get enough of him. He immediately looked away. He could not look into his own eyes. The guitar caught his sight from the reflecting mirror. He moved back towards it, stomping and stumbling. Grabbed it and once again came to stand in front of the mirror. He swept his hand slowly over its sleek surface and on the strings. He looked up again in the mirror and saw a man with bruised body and scarred face holding a guitar.

You're a monster!!

A voice hit his ears. His eyes bowed to the guitar again.

You deserve this...!!

His grip tightened on the neck of the guitar. Who was she.?? Just a girl...

You ruined me..

He had seen and met a number of girls in his life...She was not even one of her fans...Just a girl she was...He looked at the telephone in the mirror, it was just a few feet far. He could call the police right now. He could gather a crowd. He could call the whole media and sue that girl for what she had done to him. All this was just a few minutes away...but he couldn't. He abruptly turned his eyes towards him.

Why me..?!?!?

He started to shake his head.

"No..." A whisper escaped his lips. His jaws clenched.

Why me..!!?!!?

He took the guitar at his back and with full force swung it in front of him, hitting as hard on the glossy mirror, as he could, which flew into pieces clanking on the maple wood floor.
He threw the crushed guitar away and like a maniac, started to throw things on the floor, banging the doors and thudding over the floor, he destroyed whatever came into his reach, He picked up the wine bottle and banged it on the wall transferring it into infinite pieces. Why wasn't he just calling the police?

Tell me how does it feel to be at loss?

Why wasn't he just reaching out for the phone? Why was he becoming so helpless..?

Does it hurt when you're helpless?

His head ached but he didn't care at that time. He grabbed the telephone and threw it on the floor too.
At last his muscles fatigued and he was panting really hard. His head was spinning. His room was a mess now. It seemed like a disaster in there. He dragged himself into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Cold water crept over his clothed body, dissolving all the blood from his arms, forehead, and chest. He held his head with both his hands and his body shook with sobs.

Does it hurt?

His body was a bunch of coloured bruises. He was weeping like a child. The flood of tears too went flowing away with water. He could not understand what he was feeling right now. After almost an hour, he came out and thumped on the floor still wearing the wet clothes. Every inch of his body ached. He placed his head on the wall and did not know when he went into deep sleep.
He did not know what time it was when he woke up again. The windows were dark, it was probably night. He was lying on the bare floor. He knew he had a temperature. His body all heated up. He struggled to get up, supporting himself on one of his elbows, which accidentally went on the telephone and pressed a button. He managed to sit straight and set his head back on the floor.

Hey are you dead or what..!!?!?

It was Nomi's voice on the recorded message. He did not pay attention towards it, instead held his head in his hands. It was hurting really bad.

You know what Z.A...!?!? You have let us all down! Let me tell you this...

He shut his eyes. He didn't want to listen anything. Streaks of wet hair formed a mesh over his forehead.

We did it without you..! We do not need you now..! You knew that...You knew how badly we wanted that contract...I don't care man..whatever went wrong with you...I just...I just wanted to tell you...that we got someone else in your place...and he's way better than you.....People loved you but now they'll love him...You know yourself...how people praise a person they love one moment...and how they forget the next instant...This is how people are! Best of luck for whatever matter your stuck in...

Goodbye......Mister...Z.A!

He didn't open his eyes. This is what human merely is. He is loved when he is around...but is forgotten like a 'no one' as soon as he leaves.
And about the friends he had all his trust upon, were now strangers. They stood by him when had everything to offer them...and just for once when he was empty handed they left him like trash. Was he such a useless thing that people threw him away within just three weeks? Is this the worth of a human? Verily...it is so...
He stared at his room. It was luxurious, air conditioned, furnished with the most expensive furniture from all around the world but what would he do with it now. Although he was in habit of living alone but for the first time he felt so abandoned and lonely. The beautiful distempers of the walls and fragrance of his luxurious room haunted him. His heart began to race. He for the first time realized how useless all this was..how unimportant these luxuries were. He struggled to stand up on his feet. He stared at his house with terrified eyes. It seemed like a ghost. Sweat drenched his body. He dashed out of the house crazily and ran on the road away from it. It was night time. There was no one around. Darkness prevailed everywhere. He never stopped running. He was panting. His clothes were still wet. Temperature of his body had already risen and eyes were blacking out but he didn't stop unless a big rock made him to stumble and fell on the ground flying and falling with a thud over his face. He shut his eyes trying to defeat the pain arising from his bleeding nose but he couldn't.

Does it hurt when you're helpless?

The voice never left his head. He didn't try to get up. Tears escaped his eyes. He had all his body parts right there with him plus all his senses were perfect but he had never felt himself this much helpless while everything around him was okay.

"Are you okay..??" A soft female voice arose from somewhere around him. He did not try to look at the person. He did not want to get up.
His face was messed with the dust all over it.

"I deserve this..." A whisper came out of his lips. He was not talking to the person near him. He was telling this to himself.

"Hey are you alright..??"

You can't even imagine how pleasure able it is for me to see you like this...

Tears flooded his face clearing out the spaces from the dust. While his body shook with deep cries.