Ashes Between Us

Ashes Between Us

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She is an artist of words and strokes- calligraphy her language, silence her companion. He is a firefighter-brave in public, burdened in private. Both carry battles no one sees, hidden beneath calm exteriors. Their worlds overlap in small moments, yet their hearts keep secrets locked behind closed doors. Two souls living close, yet miles apart, each fighting their own fire within. Next door, they lived. Wall to wall. Silence to silence. Two survivors pretending the past hadn't touched them. And between them? Ashes. Smoke. And something neither of them dared name. But love, like fire, begins quietly. With sparks. With moments shared in silence. With a word spoken softly in the dark. And a glance that lingered longer than it should. This is a story of how two people met between burning walls and learned to breathe again. Of how mercy quietly wrote their fate. Of how love didn't shout - it flickered, slow and sacred, until it became light. Turn the page. Let the fire speak.
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They say belief is suicide. They're not wrong. Where I come from, faith gets you a bullet in the head, a knock at the door that never ends well, or a name etched on a list you'll never live to see. Still, I believe. So does Basil, my only constant in a world stripped of everything soft. We've been hunted for years, slept under stone, eaten from dirt, prayed in secret, and watched good people vanish for whispering the wrong words. We've made it all these years with nothing but our prayers and each other. But then came the rumour about a sanctuary where the believers can live fearlessly. A lie, probably. A trap, almost definitely. Basil wanted to chase it anyway, because we owed it to ourselves and to the others who share our struggle, he said. I went with him only because I couldn't bear to watch him go alone. I should've stopped him... But now it's too late. ❝Islam began as something strange, and it will return to being strange as it began, so give glad tidings to the strangers(Ghuraba).❞ ‹بَدَأَ الإِسْلاَمُ غَرِيبًا وَسَيَعُودُ كَمَا بَدَأَ غَرِيبًا فَطُوبَى لِلْغُرَبَاءِ› (Includes books one, two and three in The Ghuraba Trilogy.)

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