Isabelle Waverly has always loved the ocean, and that is a fact. The ocean is her lifeline and she has always clung to her lifeline like a addict clinging to an addiction. The seventeen year old ate, slept, and loved everything to do with the sea, never a day passed where she didn't visit or swim in the thing she loved most.
However, the things we love most, can also be the things that destroy us the most. And in some unfortunate cases, the things that should always offer comfort to us in an embrace of serenity, doesn't always offer a feeling of tranquil when in a moment of mistake.
And during a unpredictable jet ski race with her family, Isabelle learns just how much this is true.
Nearly drowning during this (supposed to be) fun outing with her family at a local beach access on her jet ski, was nearly her death sentence. And since the feeling of water in her lungs choked her into oblivion, where all she could feel was the desperate need to rid her lungs of the salty water and breathe in the unexplainably wonderful feeling of oxygen, she has become terrified of the place she onced loved. Since then, she hasn't looked or walked near the ocean even once.
She finds herself plagued with nightmares of her attempted death by the ocean soon after her horrific accident, and on a whim, tags along with her cousin to church in a need for a emotional and mental relief.
She learns a lot of new things about Jesus Christ and his glory, along with a certain christian boy who has the desire to show her his appreciation for the holy spirit and guide her to become one of God's loving children.
After a long period of time, she realizes that there is more to life than the sea and she learns to overcome her fear of it. Her love for the sea is fine in nature, as long as other things come first.
She learns that the love for God, family, and the sea, are the only things that really matter to her in this materialistic world.
Started : April 16, 2024
This story is an original.
"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care.
"You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right.
Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain.
Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more.
Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft!
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Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support!
It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)