BROKEN HEARTS

BROKEN HEARTS

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"Fauzi" I yelled running in all the possible directions. I ran splitting the wind. My phone rang and it was Rehaan. "You found her? " I asked agitatedly. "No, Ayaan, I think...." "No, don't utter a word. Nothing would have happened to her.I know she will be safe. " I replied angrily. I was seething in anger. On me. My emotions were turmoil. I ran into the wind, even faster while darkness drowned me. Wait. I see something rather say someone on the bench. I could just figure out someone was sitting on the bench in the dark, from behind. "Rehaan, I see someone. I will ask them." "Excuse me, hello, you hear me?" I yelled. No reply. Strange. "Hello?" Again no replay. I neared. Creek. I stepped on something. I lowered the flashlight. I was shocked was an understatement. A bracelet. Blood coated. Wait. Oh no. Fauzi's bracelet. "Rehaan, I think, I found her" I neared dubiously. "Fauzi" I called softly. No replay. With shaky hands, I touch her and her head fell on my hand. "Fauzi" Allah, what am I seeing. Blood everywhere on her face. Her hands tied. Her dress torn, revealing too much of her skin. Her hijab was taken off. Hair disheveled. I quickly removed my jacket, and put it on her. "Fauzi" I shook her. I touch the back of her head. Allah, my hands had blood. I saw wounds on the back of her head. Glass piece was pierced in the side of her waist. I shook her violently. No response. I could not feel her breathing. My face was drenched with burning tears. Was she.... No.... This is my first story guys...please check it out.
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I put the grocery bags down after coming inside the house, setting my keys on the counter and placing the bags on the table, putting the stuff away, until I heard a voice. "FATIMA, FATIMA!" Mama was calling me, hm I wonder what for and why did she sound excited as well? "Yes mama? Ana in the kitchen Mama." She came in holding two papers. "We're going! We're going to Jerusalem, to see your cousin get married!" That's when my whole world crashes down. I'm going to Jerusalem ...that means I have to see my cousin Samer, whom I've avoided for 5 years, since I was 16. Ya Allah help me through this. I even remember when I left Amman 5 years ago, and let's just say that it didn't end well between a 16 year old and a 21 year old. ••••••• Fatima Zain, 21 years old college student and getting many proposals to get married has a hard time being her usual self after she left Amman, leaving behind her cousin Samer, whom she loves very much, but no one knows except got her close friend and cousin. Samer Zaid, 26 years old and is working as an engineer, has a hard time being himself after what happened 5 years ago with his cousin, feeling nothing but empty and guilty. Thought a girl kept being on his mind, but he wouldn't show or express who it is. What happens when these two meet again after 5 years of no communication with each other? Will Fatima ever tell Samer she loves him before it's too late? Will Samer ever tell Fatima he loves her before its too late? Will they keep shut about their feelings or will they open up and become close, possibly more, before its too late? Go on an amazing adventure with

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