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•{ the four kids }•
I'll use up the rest of the life I have
To tell of the feelings that I've had for so long
No matter, how many times we seperate,
We are going to see each other again
Fate may tear us apart
But don't you worry
I'll tie us up on the same day and in the same place
I'll end the seperation
That follows us
Very soon
Very soon
And hug you as tight as ever
From the beginning there was only you
You are my love
Fate may tear us apart
But don't you worry
I'll tie us up on the same day and in the same place
Don't you know? Don't you know of the sadness that has become an illness?
Even if I believe that I've always had you
Still,
Thats the love,
I cannot have.
Its your love,
Your love,
Your love.
I love you,
But do you still love me too?
Her eyes fluttered open as she groaned at her buzzing phone which lay on the night stand just beside her bed.
"Shut the heck up now will you, ughh, I'm up now you damn phone!"
She cried in her groggy voice tapping the phone constantly, though it never did shut up.
"Assalamualikum Asmah! Wake up now, get ready and come downstairs quick. Your dad's scolding me because of your bad sleeping habit."
Mariyam, her mother came in with her hands crossed on her chest. She took away the covers that lay on the sleepy Asmah and chuckled as she tried hard to not shout at her mother.
"Do come out fast if you want to reach work early!"
"Okay! Mama, I'm up already. Now can you please leave so I can do what you are asking me to?"
Asmah answered in a blank tone with half opened eyes staring right at her mother. Shrugging, her mother nodded and left the room. She knew how blank and cold her daughter would act after getting up from sleep. Be it anyone, even her parents.
As Mariyam left the room, Asmah sighed and rubbed her light brown hair that glistened as the bright sunlight from her window gently fell on them.
"Of all days...why today?"
She murmured to herself. Today was the day their company was going to have some new recruits, and she had to be energetic and enthusiastic. But after what she had seen, none of those feelings seemed to fill her.
"Ugh, Ya Rabbi.."
She groaned, yes, again as she went into the washroom to freshen up.
She had always had nice dreams when she slept after praying fajr. But today, that just didn't seem to have happened. Today, since she saw what she saw in her dream, it was as if, something negative had suddenly filled her. And that negative feeling in her, she felt, was enough to not make her feel anything nice, anything positive.
She sighed and looked at the mirror, staring at her reflection with half open eyes.
"Wah, what a mess."
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Action"Miss Asmah..." His voice sounded the softest when he called her name, his heart beat the loudest when he witnessed her smile. As his hazel brown, sunlight orbs, stay fixed on hers, he realized how beautiful she seemed to him. How much had her smi...
