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And then he stood.
          
          Tall. Poised. With the ease of someone born into influence.Talha Rahman commanded attention without asking for it. 
          
          His family’s legacy was written into the very foundations of the academy. They were rivals to the Williams name and equals in power.
          
          “Truth may stand,” Talha said, “but strength is tested when you stand alone. Without the weight of a family name behind you.”
          
          Gasps rippled through the hall. 
          
          All eyes darted to Lina.
          
          She did not rise. She did not rush. She simply lifted her gaze and met his. Her silence stretched calm but unyielding. Until the restless whispers stilled.
          
          Finally, she spoke. Not loud. Not defensive. Only steady.
          
          
          “I have stood alone before. And when I did, I learned that justice doesn’t bow to names. It bows only to Allah.”
          
          A hush fell.
          
          For a fleeting second something flickered across Talha’s face. Surprise. Respect. Curiosity.
          
          Then, slowly, he smiled. There was no mockery. Only recognition. Lina lowered her gaze and returned to her notes. 
          
          The session moved on. But everyone present knew that something had shifted.
          
          Talha Rahman had met his match.
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          This is when our Lina is older. Wiser. I know it's a spoiler but I it's all I have at the moment ❤️
          
          Take care :)
          
          

As salamu alaikum! Just popping in to say my Exams got postponed and they're starting from 7th. Please do keep me in duas. Meanwhile I have something for all my readers. It's a prompt for a future spin off idea. I wrote this long time ago. Since I can't post any chapters as of now- I wanted something for all of you. Maybe a quite apology.  
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          St. James Academy thrived on noise. It was a constant chatter of wealth, prestige, and power. 
          
          But Lina had learned that in a place where everyone shouted their importance —silence carried the greatest weight.She walked through the marble hallways with quiet composure. 
          
          Her books held against her chest. She didn’t need to remind anyone of her family name.
          
          Her calm presence did that for her. Some students whispered in awe and others with envy. But no one dared to step in her way.
          
          That day, the debating hall was alive with tension. Elite students jostled for recognition. Their voices raised and each argument felt sharper than the last. 
          
          Lina listened patiently. Her gaze steady until it was her turn.
          
          She then rose. 
          
          Her voice even. Her tone firm but never harsh. 
          
          “Truth,” she said simply, “does not need embellishment. It stands on its own, whether spoken loudly or softly.” She dismantled her opponent’s argument. By the time she sat down, the room was quiet.
          
          The kind of silence that meant every word had landed.
          
          
          
          

Meanwhile I wrote something ( I wish I could attach the photo I clicked loll)
          
          She wants to be the colours in the sky.
          The dying sunrays.
          The crescent moon.
          The wandering sea waves —
          far from chapters, deadlines,
          and the weight of exams.
          
          But Allah chose her to be insaan.
          To feel, to strive, to break and rise.
          To carry a heart the universe doesn’t have.
          
          And that, too, is its own kind of beauty.
          
          
          Ps: I am most creative during exams - and I swear it's not intentional. Even staring at a wall feels interesting   :) 
          
          

As salamu alaikum!
          
          I just wanted to give a heads up - I have exams starting from 24th (3rd professional exams) they're going to continue till end of December. After that I have all the time in the world to write And I'll be focused on finishing the book In Sha Allah! 
          
          Please please do keep us(me) in your duas. We really need them. 
          
          Take care ❤️

Assalamu alaikum dear. 
          Thank you so much lovely for the follow and for adding my book to your reading list ❤️ 

As salamu alaikum.
          
          Apologies for late update. But here's the next chapter. I have exams starting from next month. So please keep me in your duas. 
          
          Take care ❤️

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Author did you update? Or it was just a mistake?

As salamu alaikum!
          
          The update - is coming I promise! I just have writers block. I finished exams early but we started studying for professional exam and my health hasn't been well. I am really excited for the coming chapters though. Thought I'd just let people know. Keep me in your duas ❤️