Everything has its timing.Whether good, bad, ugly, sad, or mad. Nothing can happen before its due time. Whatever is written shall come to pass no matter what. ~Humeyra THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V Hamdan nervously waited on his family in his study after they have had lunch. He knew that being the wise man that he is, his father would understand and support him in whatever decision he would make.A few minutes after he had settled his nerves, the family started filling in the room led by Mufti Umar al Khatami 52 years of age, Hafsa binti Al-Harith 48 years of age, yalina 18, yusra 16, zuneir 24 and Abdurrahman 22. As they settled down, Hamdan took a deep breath and started his little yet significant speech. HAMDAN'S P.O.V  I took a deep breath and started my heartfelt declarations and sincere confession. Bismillah, I began. Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu dear family. Na'am. Today, Alhamdul

Just like the beautiful butterfly was once an ugly cocoon, so is a reformed human in the thaws of iman.         ~Humeyra  THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V As Dhul Qarnain held his two children in his embrace, his heart was filled with a feeling of contentment and relief. He has been keeping secrets from both his children. The secrets might possibly be taken positively or negatively depending on how his two children will take them. On the other hand, he was glad to know that Hamdan will be formally bringing a marriage proposal on that same day. In addition to that he had previously ordered Humeyra to stay at his condo till after her Nikah to keep him company as well as to reduce the fitnah that will surely raise as she keeps on living under the same roof as Hamdan. THE NEXT DAY...Hamdan was anxious for the day has finally arrived. He would face Humeyra's father once more.

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V Hamdan was in a panicked state while Wahid was on the verge of a breakdown due to the intensity of his guilt for what he had done to his sister before. He had no idea that her past was uglier than the scariest horror movies out there for this was no fiction but a real life experience. It was a wonder she was still sane after witnessing such a gruesome incident which even a grown up won’t be able to handle.Hamdan's dam was overflowing with tears as well. He had rejected her once upon a time without really getting to know her as a person. He had judged her as just another spoilt little brat who had no Hayaa yet what he discovered today pieced his heart as if he had numerous tiny invincible pieces of needle poking at it.He ached for her 10 year old self whereas he felt for the 23year old girl who kept such a dark past buried for 13 long years. He ached for his love.“I never knew that she had gone through such a nightmarish e

 Juweyriya’s p.o.vI heard about their Nikah. It was a happy moment for them but for me, it was the opposite. I had to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. I spent all my life getting everything I ever wanted. Whenever I wanted something, dad made sure to provide it even if it would be snatched from another. I was raised by my father after my mother’s death.Juweyriya was a princess and will always be one. Well, I gave the two love birds enough time to enjoy each other’s company. It’s time  to implement my plan. You won’t know what hits you. Just you wait and see. You have not won yet.I called my other partners in crime and the plan was set to motion.  Third person’s p.o.vHumeyra woke up in what looked like a bed room.A spacious one for that matter but she was not familiar with it.She began to panic but tried to calm herself. The last thing she recalled was cooki

 THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V It's a beautiful cloudless night. The breeze is cold and the wind was making it colder. In an old man's embrace laid a broken soul that lost her voice for the second time in her life. The mood is gloomy. Gloomier than funeral as the father and brother duo tried to figure out what broke their angel. The broken angel, however, was whimpering like a wounded cub. Tears as precious as the last drops of water in desert, where the scotching sun burns hot the oasis completely dry and the desert unbearably. Tears like water from a running tap, all shed for the one person to whom her heart belongs. The one whose love hurts her most. Tears worthy of bullets. How bitter the salty water from the eyes when triggered by the darkest deepest memories that you tried to bury for years.These were all Humeyra's feelings. It has been less than 24 hours since she experienced the nightmares she has tried her hardest to forget. She was on the verge of