The Blessing in Disguise
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Last published Sat, Nov 21, 2015
"Their eyes did not retreat: her icy gaze dug deeper in his warmth, making little holes in his heart. Zahwah was numb and stony; white as snow and he tried hard to melt this snow so it could heat up. His wild hazels were drowning in her deep browns so they could become one. They did not flinch, they couldn’t. His heartbeat was madly escalating,running a million miles away.…"
Zawah is a seventeen-years old Muslim girl with an unhappy past.Both her problems and her faith are on the collision course. Blaming God for everything, she losses herself only to be found by a strange, enigmatic man. Discover the story of Zahwah: A journey of love and hate; joy and sadness.
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'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsessionComplete
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(Featured by wattpad) She was lost in her own thoughts.She felt like there was no one who could heal her wound. Her tears were falling from her eyes as if like a rain was falling heavily. In all a sudden her world stopped since she had got that wound.She wanted to a do a magic, but she knew, nothing could be done.She knew it, it's only Allah could do this magic to her. All talks were flashing in her mind.She tried to stop being weak but even though she could not be strong. "DO YOU THINK I AM YEARNING TO BE WITH YOU?"He shouted and was furiously."JUST GET LOST FOOL! MIND YOU! IF YOU AGAIN DO THIS-"He pointed his finger towards me and his eyes were full of angryness. He squeezed his teeth.Before I opened my mouth to speak,Zaheer told me to go in my room."Why it's happen this to me only, do I deserve all of this?"Since she went in this level of her life,all her hopes were destroying.This kind of level is important for all of us as a human.She started to never have hope in life. But why? It is said we must have hope in life.Why she is feeling weak? What's that level? Why is she crying?What type of wound she gets?Why is she feeling unlucky? #This story wants to show you with every difficulty there is relief, because difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. But you don't know what this one will lead.And now if you want to know the answers of the questions, you will add this story in your reading list and library.You'll read it, vote and surely comment. Note:Dear readers, this story is for everyone, for Muslims and non-Muslims, you'll learn many things in this story, if it's require then you'll need to keep a box of tissue near to you, you'll need also to keep a popcorn next to you so that you can enjoy this story :) This story is different and let's see why this story meant"Our Hopes For Forever" when she never believed in hope. Will it lead to a sad or beautiful destination? ➰Written and edited by : hijabygirlFa_h. ➰ Copyright© hijabygirlFa_hComplete
'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession
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