╰┈➤ ᴬᵐⁱⁿᵃ ˣ ʸᵘˢᵘᶠ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞: 𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐥-𝐇𝐮𝐛𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐥-𝐖ā𝐣𝐢𝐛 [𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲] ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ They thought love was enough. He promised her the impossible not because he wanted to lie, but because he believed he could do it for her. She believed him, not because she wanted all of them, but because of the way he made them seem so easy. But love is light, and marriage is weight. And weight when carried too long, can dim even the brightest flame. He returned each night with shoulders bent under the burden of responsibilities. Too tired to notice the soul he once swore to cherish. She slept every night crying, her eyes hung heavy with sleepless nights, her shoulders stiff from cradling the baby. Each thought their sacrifice was the greatest. Each thought the other did not see. Silence grew louder than love. Promises turned to shadows. What was once a sanctuary became a battlefield of exhaustion. They never fought. But the silence was enough to break what even the strongest weapon could. They did not fall out of love. They simply lost sight of it, buried beneath the endless facade of duty and neglect. Every story begins with love. But not every love survives its story. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ° Themes of martial conflict, divorce, emotional neglect, parental exhaustion and postpartum depression. ° Harsh storyline. ° Not a happy ever after story. ° Real life crisis. ° Read at your own risk.

╰┈➤ᴱʰᵃᵃⁿ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᴸᵉᵃʰ ᴶᵒⁿᵃᵗʰᵃⁿ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ-ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥-𝐇𝐚𝐰ā - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ Tears keep flowing endlessly. Our hearts are aching, yet the world is so cruel. Not being able to take it anymore, I run into his arms. He immediately pushes me away, repulsed by my touch. "Don't Leah." He says sternly. "Why not?!!" I scream, finally letting my anger spill. I know he loves me too. So why is he acting so strong? Like none of this affects him. Like my heart means nothing. Like I mean nothing. I collapse into the floor crying desperately. Why isn't there a way for us to be together?? Why did I love him?? Why does my heart ache this way?? When I look up, he's still looking away. As if looking at me alone will burn his eyes. I know he's very firm in his faith, and I always admire him for that. But how can he still be so heartless after seeing me break down like this. When did my Ehaan become this heartless?! His jaw clenches. He finally turns around but still doesn't look at me. He's looking at the ground. "Leah" He calls out. "Let's get married." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ° ᴍᴜꜱʟɪᴍ ᴍʟ x ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛɪᴀɴ ꜰʟ ° ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

╰┈➤ ᶻᵃʸᵃᵃⁿ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᴺᵃᶻⁿᵉᵉⁿ ᵀᵃʳⁱq ᶠᵃⁱᶻ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥‑𝐍𝐮𝐝ū𝐛 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Nazee!!" I shouted, breathless from running. She turned and smiled at me. "Yes, Zayy?" "Why are you leaving me, Nazee?" Tears welled up in my little eyes. "Because... I don't belong with you." "Am I bad, Nazee? Is that why you're leaving me?" I asked sobbing at the thought. "No, Zay" she replied calmly. "You're a good boy." "Too good." "Then why, Nazee?" I asked, swallowing my tears. "Because, we're not meant to be together." She smiled softly and turned around. As she walked away, I ran after her, afraid of losing her. But in the blink of an eye, she vanished. I collapsed onto the grass, my mind completely numb. Suddenly, I jerked awake. It was a dream. Five-year-old me, running behind six-year-old her. And yet, one question kept ringing in my mind. "Why aren't we meant to be together, Nazee?" ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜰʟ ° ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍʟ ° ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ° ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ x ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ° ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

╰┈➤ ᴬᵐⁱʳᵃʰ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ ˣ ᶠᵃʳʰᵃᵃⁿ ᶻᵘⁿᵃⁱʳ ᴬˢˡᵃᵐ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 3: ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ: ᴍĪʀĀᴛʜ ᴀʟ‑ꜱᴀʙʀ [ᴀ ᴛʀɪʟᴏɢʏ ꜱᴇQᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʀ] 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 : 𝐀𝐬𝐫ā𝐫 𝐚𝐥-Ṣ𝐚𝐦𝐭 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ I heard a knock on my door. I knew who it'd be. Ehaan entered inside and sat on my bed in front of me. "Sweetheart, you're sure about this right?" I swallowed the tears threatening to spill and forced a smile. "Yes Ehaan. Why will I not be? It's our Farhan. He'll treat me right." I still didn't meet his eyes. Because one look into them, and I would fall into his arms and break. "Amira." He lifted my chin to look at him. "You can hide from anyone, but not from me." "Why did you agree Ira?" That's it. I collapsed into his arms sobbing. "Ehaan...I don't know..." "You know I'll have to get married someday right" "How much can I keep running from relationships just because of that one incident??" "I'm trying to be strong Ehaan." "For once I want to be able to protect myself, even without you all." "And it's Farhan Ehaanii" "I don't think I'll ever find anyone who can understand me better than him." I guess this is it. Where the broken princess picks her pieces and rebulids herself. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴇɪɴᴅꜱ ° ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ x ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ° ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀ ꜰʟ ° ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴍʀ. ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴍɪꜱꜱ. ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ° ᴄᴏᴜꜱɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ

╰┈➤ ᴬˡʸᵃ ˢʰⁱᶠᵃ ˣ ᶻᵃⁱᵈ ᴵʳᶠᵃᵈ 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Want me to read to you?" he asked, voice barely above the hush of dawn. She nodded, nestling closer. He began, the words spilling into the room, wrapping around them like silk. "Wa min ayatihi an khalaqa lakum min anfusikum azwajan..." (And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquility in them...) Alya's lashes fluttered. She could have lived a thousand lifetimes right there. Each one spent simply listening to this. He finally closed the mushaf, looked over at her with eyes so gentle. "You look like your heart is somewhere else habibti" He teased, thumb brushing her cheek. "It's right here," she whispered. "With you. With Him." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ She didn't fall in love. She fell into silence. The kind that comes after you've cried so much, your tears forget how to fall. Then came Zaid. He didn't arrive like lightning. He arrived like the adhan-soft, calling, certain. He never looked too long, never said too much. Alya didn't believe in fairy tales. Not after the things she'd endured. She had every reason to run But when the proposal came, she said yes. Not because she was ready. Not because she wasn't scared. But because something about him felt safe. Not the kind of safe that promises no pain, but the kind that holds your hand through it. This isn't a story of falling in love. It's a story of choosing love. Of trusting Allah more than your fears. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

╰┈➤ ᵀᵃʰⁱʳᵃ ᴴᵃˡⁱᵐᵃʰ ˣ ᴬᶠⁿᵃⁿ ˢⁱᵈᵈⁱqᵘᵉ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ 𝗛𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙛𝙣𝙖𝙣: "𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙄'𝙙 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨." 𝗛𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨: "𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ "Do you, Afnan Siddiq Naeem Mohammed, accept Tahira Halimah, daughter of Abu Bakar and Saliha, to take care of her throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept, I accept, I accept." Goosebumps ran through my spine as I heard the deep voice of my now husband accepting to marry me. And I knew it was my turn next. "Do you, Tahira Halimah, accept to marry Afnan Siddiq, son of the late Naeem and Jamila, to take care of him throughout your life-in sickness and in health, in happiness and sadness, through ups and downs? Do you?" "I accept." ₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚ ╰┈➤ ᵀʳᵒᵖᵉˢ ° ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ° ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ɴɪᴋᴋᴀʜ ° ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ° ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴜʀɢᴇᴏɴ x ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ° ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʟ x ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟ ₊˚ ✧ ‿