A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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"I focused on the players, instead of the game"
~FMG.

Previously on IELB.
In the previous chapter, we've witnessed the reactions of the Ghazaali family to Muneenah's divorce!..and oh, ukhtee, even gave Farouk a slap, while ummee still haven't said a word to him. Towards the end of the chapter, we happened to discover a secret wardrobe, what's in it? Skeletons?😬 Let's find out, shall we?

Read on,

Unfold,

Unleash,

Unravel.

Dubai, UAE,
16th july 2010,(present)
FaroukMUHAMMADghazaali,
FMG...

At the very mid point of the 250 centimetres in length board, lay with pride a picture of a lady with a face veil, with shockingly gorgeous large chestnut brown eyes, looked as if they were thrutched into her languid looking skin that can be seen from where the face veil did not cover, which was from her forehead down to the bone edge of her nose, those eyes, could pierce, deep and hard, right into a person's soul, something so profound about those eyes would undoubtedly hold a person shackled in its gaze .

just like the voluminous nature of the sky, folds against folds, bulk of coils beneath bulk of coils, extended far beyond reach yet so close, that was how those eyes looked, hard to penetrate and comprehend, yet close enough to be witnessed. Surrounding those dark balls that created utmost confusion and intimidation was a flowing sea of milkyway, something silvery, better yet, with a cheesy consistency, Not completely white, and not too dirty to not be noticed, Like a bar of chocolate dropped in the middle of a smooth cup of milk, the chocolate didnt sink completely, but it didnt bulge too prominent to not fascinate.

Beneath this well defined eye, was darkness against her skin, something quite unpredictable, a scar ? Was it kohl? Or was it a dark circle? No one could say with a glance at that picture, what really it was.

Just somewhere away from that eye was a bushy yet naturally carved eye brow,

Half of the face of this lady was lost in a dark picture effect, but, that wouldnt stop anyone from noticing how, from the almost transparent raggy face-veil, her nose looked seemingly long and straight, fixed and joined directly at the eye brow that sloped down into it.

Few inches from this picture was another picture of a younger girl, about the age of 6, 7, or 8..the eyes so similar, someone could easily tell it was that gorgeous and beautiful little girl that grew into the lady in the face veil,..just that, while the eyes of the former were young, vibrant, bright, and filled with hope, the one of the lather, was dark, extending, cunning, and filled with nothing but lack of hope!

Beneath both the pictures was a date written, 6TH JULY, and that particular date was linked with an arrow which led to another picture, of a guy seemingly in his mid-teenage years, who had a smug smile dancing across the edges of his lips,wearing a T-shirt that read smile, his skin looked entirely Not Nigerian, his eyes looked tired and skin, pale, an eloquent doctor could easily point out he was sick,right on the picture of this guy was a cross out sign, made with two stroke lines,

At one of the four corners of the rectangular board, was another picture of a man, seemingly in his late fourties, with glasses placed against his nose as he shook hands with another aged looking man, both men looked as if they were forced to the exchange, they looked formal. Just beneath the picture was an inscription of Dr.yaseer sheikh, and Mr.Ghazaali, and just beneath the picture also linked with an arrow, was another picture.. with no name. The photograph was of a lady, with eyes, too similar to the eyes of the lady with the face veil from the middle photograph, there was a resemblance, that one could easily assume,that, the remaining parts of the face that were hidden with that face veil could be completed by the face of the woman whose picture was beneath Dr. Yaseer sheikh and Muhammad Ghazaali,