Only Her

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1)Aahil and Ahlam(Same book)part1

2)Kamran and Hania(Same book)part2

3)Suhail and Alayna-SO CLOSE YET SO FAR (Another book)

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AHLAM.

"Would you like a drink?" Hania inquired politely with a worrying faint smile and I just nodded accepting the water with my right hand, respecting the warmth of her kind gesture. This makes me realize kind people are still there in the world.

She had explained to me every appalling detail about how they found me up until now and how I only regained consciousness a month ago from the horrific injuries that still showed on some parts of my scared body. I wrenched painfully when I tried to shift my left hand that still hurt terribly from the incident I hope the ache doesn't remain for an extremely long time. "are you okay Ahlam?" Hania asked worrying "would you like me to get anything for you for the pain?" "no-no, it is okay Hania, l only took some painkillers a while ago" I responded sadly while not meeting her gaze".

Lovingly, she informed me "Please look at me and You are part of our family now Ahlam and we're going to be here for you always I already take you as my sister ," she said while reaching out for the now empty glass that I placed on the small round glass table by the purple lounger I was seated on.

I looked up at her with the highest rank of gratitude thanking Allah for placing me in a wonderful loving family Masha'Allah (God has willed it).

"Now sleep, you need to rest... Oh! By the way" she chirped happily "we have a guest coming home tomorrow, who has been away for six years and we have so much to do" she told me with excitement in her voice and studying my reaction carefully. I raised my brow in confusion but she just grinned and I didn't ask her anything further. Further questions will mean anything else to her like she might think am interested in knowing more about whoever was to come .

"It's a guy if you are wondering" she answered the question running on my mind and my hands began to shake with fear, it reminded me of all that happened.

Guys were untrustworthy, they were the ones always harassing girls, but were all guys the same?

"Okay okay, look just breathe and calm down. Breath in and breath out, relax" she tried to calm me down, while I just closed my eyes.

I didn't even realize a tear had slipped from my eyes until I felt her hand wiping it away.

I miss my family, I miss my parents, I miss my brother. Why did Allah take them from me? Why did he save me? Who saved me from that traumatic accident?

It was written, we are humans and we feel emotions and arise questions but at end of the day, everyone has to go, we have to have patience, Allah knows better.

"Please tell him to stay away from me Hania, I will do my best to lower my gaze and even never come face to face with him, which I know will be hard living under one roof but please, I beg of you, please help me with this request" I begged her pleadingly and she agreed with a suspicious smile. I can't do the same mistake again, I have learnt my lesson of staying away from guys. Better keep distance in advance, before getting hurt.

Hania knew it was something, which was going to be impossible to avoid, she knew her brother and his loving nature and charms. If he would be avoided like plague then he would dig deeper to find out more and to help her and the way she is innocent, I can already ship them I hope my boat sails and doesn't sink, who else thinks that?

When there are two people in one room; a guy and a girl then the third one is shaytan (the devil or evil spirit).

Changing the subject, which I can only presume was to calm me down, she asked with interest "tell me about yourself Ahlam and how you and your family were before everything happened?" after a long spell of hesitation, I told her whatever I remembered and she warmly comforted me by hugging me as a sister would do with another sister and I thought to myself "I love this girl" and knew we were going to become very close indeed.

"Please promise me Hania, that this stays between us," I told her calmly and she solemnly agreed. Even her parents didn't know about my past, although they loved me like their own daughter, I just wasn't ready still not able to share details about my past with them or anyone at the moment - except Hania, she looked different, trustworthy, someone I knew I could trust wholeheartedly.

Once I was left alone, I stood up from the comfort of the lounger and tugged back at my long sleeves, staring down at my fully exposed bruised hands. Especially left arm, painful memories were flashing back in my mind.

They were the reason why no matter what the temperature was outside, I wore long sleeves. I hope no one asks or notices.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my once lively grey eyes that used to shine like our beautiful sun were as clear as a cloudless sky now swollen from endless crying; pale, blank and lifeless. My cheekbones were sore and swollen from the insides and my smile that never reaches my eyes anymore disappeared the day of the unforgettable accident.

I traced every part of my face with my fingers and suddenly felt insecure and nervous, I was no longer beautiful, I just saw a normal face in the crowd looking back at me from the reflection of the mirror. The girl who claimed to be like my sister, the family who took me in, how could they possible bear to see me daily?

Ya Allah why is my heart filled with so much negativity? People are going through so much worse yet they are strong, then why do I feel so weak?

"Because you have stopped praying" A voice startled me and I just turned around but there was no one. It was all in my head. It's true I used to pray on time but due to some incidents I slowly stopped and guilt was eating me alive every single day.

I stared at the prayer mat and with trembling hands, first I asked forgiveness from Almighty. I did what I hadn't done since the accident, I went and did ablution, prayed two Rakats of Namaz(prayers), thanking Allah(Almghty) for giving me a new lease of life and for giving me such a loving new family.

I prayed to Allah to give sabr (endurance and patience) to those whose loved ones have passed away, to give me and others who are suffering plenty of strength. Ameen. I felt relieved once I was done with praying, I checked the time, which was showing 11 pm.

I stared at the ceiling thinking about what may happen tomorrow and ways to avoid this guy who was supposed to be coming, while at the same time wondering who he was.

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The Almighty will put different people in your life to test you. It doesn't matter what they think or what they say as they haven't gone through even half of what you have gone through so be thankful and have faith.