A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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Previously on IELB
We had all seen the suspense in the previous chapter, how an intricate hopeless unknown person submitted her self to her lord in need of support.
She made up her mind to do whatever it takes for his happiness. Who was the he? Read on.

Stepping up,

Standing straight,

Letting go.

Dubai UAE
Muneena Yaseer Sheikh.
July 2010.(present)

The inquisitive yeender light seeped into the atmosphere in tentative splits of rays, beaming, energetic and distinctive in its modular forms of a spectrum, the pattern of the emission like a myth, a magical myth, oh, there was blue, that soft shade, and there was pink, that rare shade that came in flowers between the color red and white, and there was orange,the perfect shade of that citrus fruit, and there was another color, so cordial, absorbing with its warmth, soft and invigorating..

The natural illumination and hues oozed down into the trees that sashayed like a chassé... swaggering in its casual movement, someone might say in a figurative tone, the trees were flirting with the breeze.

The most courageous of that gentle wind managed to sneak into her room and tap her a bit, her eyes squints, and with a slight shiver, she blinked open her lids slowly to register her self on her prayer mat, crawled and wrapped around her self, subtly
She knew she had fallen asleep after her subh salat: pre dawn prayer.

But it did feel so good to have some sleep after days of dwelling in her heartache.

Letting out a yawn and stretching her arms, she managed to get up and tidy up the place.

It felt absolutely comforting to close her eyes.
It felt peaceful, and somewhere, just somewhere deep within her mind,she wished she could just shut them once and let them remain that way till the end of eternity, forever and ever.

Darkness felt even more appealing to her than the splinters of light spread across.

She blinked lightly, forcing her feather like lashes to embrace her upper cheek, she wasn't sure if it was the duas she expressed hours before or it was how heavy and accommodating the sleep she had was that made her feel light. But her thoughts felt lighter and less constricting than the past few days.

The last time she slept peacefully was when she had that assurance that he was in her life.

She shook her head in an attempt to shun the thought of him, she tidied up the bed and proceeded to the bathroom.

Still lost in her trance of memories encrypted almost everywhere around her heart with some sharp and persistent material, it teared that organ, made it bleed, then with each time she tried to feel, it felt like a jab, reminding her of the bruise of that bleeding tissue.