Behind the veil

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There was something else behind the veil, not a hiding face, but a fragile heart and never dying faith.
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Their sympathy had worn off and I was back to how I started, except I no longer had my husband beside me. I thought the niqab (face veil) would protect me like it used to, make me look like I fit in with everyone else. But the little person holding my hand gives it away. His beautiful dark skin and short frizzy hair shows that he’s different. They see us as different and they don’t like it. - Born and brought up in the west with a Pakistani father and Palestinian mother, Esha’s never been liked by her extended family in Pakistan. But they remained polite until she went on to do something never seen in her father’s Pakistani village. She married a black man. To make matters worse, Esha and her husband, Isa, move to Pakistan so Esha can teach the less fortunate in the little village her father was brought up in. His passing caused her great grief and she wanted to feel closer to him. But they never accepted her. Yet, Esha refuses to move away and is adamant on raising her son alone in her father’s old house.

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙢." Not even the owner of the heart. Except, for one. And so, Lina Williams didn't know what her heart held. Nor was she aware of the world that was waiting for her. But what she did know and was aware of, although it sounded ridiculous to her, was that a part of her was missing. A small piece of puzzle that was, perhaps, lost. Lina was still learning the language of her heart. And so far what she had gathered was that her heart longed to be ʜᴏᴍᴇ. It longed 'ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ' *** Status: Ongoing

[COMPLETED]. HIGHEST RANKING: #68 in short stories [16/06/16] "Wallahi you are so breath taking, so... I don't think a word is even created to describe your beauty." I took a big gulp, the moment he said those words to me, I can swear he must have heard it from how loud it was. "As the Prophet (saw) said in a hadith, 'When I met Yusuf (as), I saw that Allah (swt) has blessed him with half of the beauty of the whole world, while the other half has been spread over the rest of it' but in my eyes the rest was actually blessed upon you" I opened my mouth to say something but then nothing came out and I just stood there with my mouth open. "I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you, ever since the moment I laid eyes on you when we were kids I knew you were the one for me and no other girl could ever take your place" hearing him say everything he was saying, was making my heart beat escalate. "you are my first love, my first wife, my first everything and inshallah you will be my one and only even after my last breath" [Disclaimer: not edited, needs major editing]

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Love,a magnamous four lettered word that can provoke joy, happiness yet it has the the power to incite destruction and chaos. Why is it always linked with pain? Her heart barricaded by walls of self belief, decorated with tangled thread of Faith and integrity , she craves love that has infinte depths after bumping into a heartbreak that leaves her helter skelter. Craving and wanting is another part of life that only the lucky get what they really want. Him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, lightens up other people's worlds but to his misfortune his world is full of darkness that would only be illuminated by her presence in his life. But they are contrast to one another. Will they have an intertwined fate together? Be with me to discover the fate of these two caged hearts. Gorgeous cover by Twinkle_Teardrops

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"Look at how hard it's beating!!" He said grabbing hold of my hand and placing it on my own heart, not letting go of my hand again. I lowered my gaze from his eyes and settled them on my hand held by his. "Oh, don't feel embarrassed, here..." He shifted my hand upon his heart, which was beating erratically. Perhaps, even harder than mine. "This is the effect of your presence near me." He said causing me to lower my eyes. "Not just now suddenly but from quite a while" He added gaining my gaze yet again. ~~~~•••~~~~ Maira Abdul Haseeb: A niqabi who is a fresher in college, finds herself staring a bit longer at a guy whose name she didn't even knew. Adam Abdullah: The boy who found it difficult to get his piquing curiousity off of a niqabi. ~~~~•••~~~~ Hop in to know more about this Halal story with a gist of romance and love of the purest form. Status: Completed Started: 7th October 2021 Completed: 9th October 2022

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Esha and Isa

Their sympathy had worn off and I was back to how I started, except I no longer had my husband beside me. I thought the niqab (face veil) would protect me like it used to, make me look like I fit in with everyone else. But the little person holding my hand gives it away. His beautiful dark skin and short frizzy hair shows that he’s different. They see us as different and they don’t like it. - Born and brought up in the west with a Pakistani father and Palestinian mother, Esha’s never been liked by her extended family in Pakistan. But they remained polite until she went on to do something never seen in her father’s Pakistani village. She married a black man. To make matters worse, Esha and her husband, Isa, move to Pakistan so Esha can teach the less fortunate in the little village her father was brought up in. His passing caused her great grief and she wanted to feel closer to him. But they never accepted her. Yet, Esha refuses to move away and is adamant on raising her son alone in her father’s old house.

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