It doesn't come in colors but waves. Doesn't know reason but desire. Doesn't care the method but the result. Not from Allah but shaytwaan. It is the green-eyed monster. Jealous, envy if you may call it that. It's more about why not mine, why someone else's. Why does someone possess something? Why don’t I?
~Humeyra
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V
"Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ya Umma. I have missed you a lot”. Hamdan embraced his mother as he stayed in her arms with his eyes closed while yalina joined him by embracing her mother from the left side of her shoulder. Umm Hamdan otherwise known as Hafsa was a very beautiful woman who was knowledgeable enough in both the matters of religion and modernity. She was neither plump nor slender. Just the right body size for her middle height st
