Between The Darkness

Between The Darkness

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"Five deaths. All heart attacks. All in their mid-fifties. Wealthy businessmen. I didn't think much of it-until I did. All died after dinner. Different meals, different restaurants. Same result." This is what Elián, a non-religious forensic doctor, kept replaying in his head as his insomnia robbed him of rest. Meanwhile, Elenia-a Spanish Muslim detective in Italian mafia crimes-was drowning in paperwork when she got handed the case that pulled her deeper than expected. They work together, never crossing any boundaries, never talking about anything beyond the dead. But one of them starts to fall... while the other holds their faith tighter. Will God bring them together, or will each go their separate paths?
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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