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🥇First place in the 2018 Rahma Awards. Alhamdulillah.💖
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They say that you are upon the religion of your friends. Suhaib couldn't agree more with that statement, as he witness...
"She is like the kind of beauty that gently falls like snowflakes, falling softly on the white covered snow, silent,subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful. She is made of winter, thunderstorms and scars, yet she possesses the gentle touch for the broken heart. When you meet her you probably won't notice her right away, for her beauty is the one that whispers ever so subtly to your soul, capturing your heart and soul before entrancing your eyes."
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Slightly frightened, Yusaira followed her mother obediently, only to be stopped once again. Somone grabbed her hand, but this time it felt like a rough hand, a mans hand.
She spun around, panicked.
Allah what was happening! Was someone following them or trying to kidnap her? Was her mother not telling her something?
She tried to free her hand, but to no avail.
She lifted her pleading gaze towards the man, only to be hit with a wave of shock. Ya Allah!
A man with a long salt and pepper beard looked down upon her, but instead of an evil glint in his eye or a wicked look, he looked down upon her with glassy eyes, a tender look on his face. What shocked her the most was her own striking resemblance to this man.
She freed her hand from his grasp, taking a step back.
Allah! Why was he looking at her like he was about to cry?
Hurt flashed across his face, but he flashed her a small smile.
"Yusaira!"
He pleaded with his eyes.
She shook her head. She had a faint idea who he was, but she chose to act ignorant.
She was just adjusting to her new life and bam! Someone else comes into the picture all of a sudden.
Ruqayya stepped forward and grasped Yusaira's hand.
"Zaheer!"
She whispered in a broken voice.
His gaze met his ex wifes and the broken look in her eyes shattered his heart.
How could he have left his wife and daughter like that?
"Ruqayya...I .. why..do...do you give me permission to give Yusaira my number? I know it's too late, but maybe she will want to rekindle the broken bond with her father."
