Hayat Nazar, the only daughter of Hashmet and Mariyam, was practically living her dream. She couldn't have asked ALLAH for more. She was about to marry the love of her life Ahmar Shams. Everything was going fine until the wicked, notorious and cruel...
Incase you are having a tough day, incase you are looking for an escape from your mundane life, I want you to know that you matter to a lot of people and to me as well.
Honestly you have no idea how special I feel because of all of you. How you guys easily uplift my mood with your kind words.
No matter what it is that you are going through in you life, I know you'll make it. I know ALLAH will never leave you alone. If you are reading this late at night then stop and sleep because your health matters. If you need to cry it out, text me anytime. I'd love to listen.
Also I hope this story provides for you a good escape but most importantly I pray that your life be so beautiful, you wouldn't need a distraction or an escape at all. ❤
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R O S E S A N D T H O R N S
A plump girl near Hayat's age strode to the foot of the bed and yanked aside the gossamer curtains. She had fair skin and thick honeywalnut hair, piled atop her head in typical Grecian fashion. Her eyes were sparkling blue and were lined in kohl with the practiced hand of an expert. Her lips were puckered into a perfect moue, stained pink with carmine and beeswax. The white linen garment clung to her rounded frame in all the right places. A thick silver band was looped around her upper left arm.
Hayat pushed aside her drowsiness and attempted to conjure a semblance of dignity.
The girl marched to the screens and threw them open to reveal an early morning sun sitting high in a clear cerulean sky.
Hayat cringed away from the harsh stream of light. She hadn't had a proper sleep in days. The map was missing. She didn't know who to believe anymore.
"Where is Leila?" Hayat couldn't identify the new girl. "My lady, she's unavailable at the moment. I am your new handmaiden as well." Her voice was dipped in honey.
"What is your name?" Hayat asked her. "Bilkis!" The pretty girl replied. Hayat wanted to ask her why she had entered her room without a knock but decided against it, since it was her first day.
Three days had passed by in a blur, and she hadn't received any scroll again. It seemed as if the rebels were taking precautions after the khadim had been caught.
Umar was too busy to teach her and instead of him, another warrior showed up who was practically too scared to even speak because Tayyab had warned him of the repercussions of not behaving in a proper manner. He didn't teach her anything new. Her lessons became boring. He tried to be so polite that he wouldn't even correct her if she moved in the wrong way.
Hayat didn't understand Tayyab's ways. She tried her best not to be downright rude to him or to show him how much she despised him because she had learnt her lesson.
