Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 28: Blank Canvas

Assalamu alaikum, guys! BarakAllahu feekum, a BIG THANK YOU for all the love you've been showering on this story! :) 😘 I appreciate your votes and comments that are so kind and encouraging! I have an important announcement to make though. I'm in my final year at college and there are too many things that take my time and need my attention. I cannot guarantee you my updates would be very regular so this is to just keep you informed there would be no updates every weekend. I already have too many deadlines to keep, the last thing I need is one on wattpad too.

In fact looking at my current schedule, there probably would be no weekend updates since I have full days on Saturday as well and I need Sunday to catch up with stuff. I understand that you're eager to read more and in sha Allah, I'll try my best to update every time I'm free or can squeeze time out of my work but I don't know when that'd be. In sha Allah, hoping for the best :)

Now, moving on to the story. Happy reading! <3

"Man is a creature of haste (impatience). Soon I will show you My signs, therefore, you need not be impatient."

Surah Al - Anbya

Chapter 28:

 Blank Canvas

Anabya almost found it comical that the things she once thought were the toughest didn't seem very tough anymore for they had too many replacements. She used to think the most difficult part about education was the exam bit of it and now in her last year of University, the opinion had changed. Exams had almost become the mildest source of tension for there were so many other University related works that easily climbed the stress ladder.

It would be an understatement to call her tired, for she was utterly exhausted. Give her a bed and she could sleep for days together, that was all she really wanted. 

However, amidst all the frenzy and scrutiny, the months rolled one after the other. Too involved in collecting data for her research while also weighing the pros and cons of her degree on mornings she didn't want to deal with life, she had reached the final days of her final semester. 

Although graduation should have been an emotional moment for her, which it was to an extent, quite funnily, she had felt more emotional the minute she had finished presenting her thesis to a board of five top class evaluators. All the hard work came rushing to her, those days of running around for data collection or seeking permission for the sample, those times when the continuous hours in front of the laptop gave her a migraine and the last bit where she had gone rushing to the photocopying guy near college, reading and rereading over her research before getting the 300 pages worth efforts, sweat and blood printed into a beautiful blue hard bound record. It was over.

She was done with University.

Two years of survival in a place she had grown to love, a million lessons from subjects she held closest to her heart and experience worth a lifetime, it was over.

Truly, fully over.

When she reached home that day, she enjoyed the feeling of just being there. Relishing the Nutella cake her mum specially bought for her, listening to the struggles of the already six and a half months pregnant Aamina, receiving the sloppy kisses and tightest hugs from Sulaiman and watching Furqaan as he lightly pressed Aamina's feet on his lap, she breathed and lived the moment.

Her future was a question mark but she could probably leave that stuff for tomorrow. Today, she simply lived.

No Bee, and no Bya. Only Anabya, the girl with the deepest thoughts and an even deeper heart.