Only Her

1)Aahil and Ahlam(Same book)part1 2)Kamran and Hania(Same book)part2o I hope you enjoy reading, and I apologize for any errors—after all, nobody is perfect. Although this book is Islamic, today's youth can still benefit from it. I appreciate you finding my book and giving it a try. I also appreciate everyone who has been waiting for updates and chapter unlocks. Thank you very much for the 600+ likes so far. AHLAM. "Would you like a drink?" Hania inquired politely with a worrying faint smile, and I simply nodded, accepting the water with my right hand, appreciating the warmth of her kind gesture. This reminds me that there are still kind people in the world. She had told me every terrifying detail of how they had found me up until this point, including the fact that I had suffered terrible injuries that still showed on some parts of my terrified body, and that I had only recently regained consciousness. I tried to move my left hand, which was still extremely painful from the incident, but it wrenched. I hope the pain will not last for a very long time. "Ahlam, what is up?" "Is there anything I can get for you to help with the pain?" Hania asked, concerned. With regret, I avoided making eye contact and remarked, "No-no, Hania, it is okay, I just took some painkillers a while ago." I set the now-empty glass down on the little round glass table beside the purple lounger I was sitting on, and she said, very tenderly, "Please look at me. You are now a member of our family, Ahlam, and we will always be here for you. I already consider you an elder sister." I was looking up at her and I was so grateful to Allah (God has willed it) for placing me in such a wonderful, loving family. "Now that you are in bed, go relax... Oh! "By the way, we have a guest coming home tomorrow who has been away for six years and we have so much to do," she told me excitedly, observing my reaction closely. I asked her a question, but she just smiled when I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Asking her more questions will have a different meaning for her; for example, she might think you are curious to know more about the person who is coming. My hands trembled in terror as she answered, "It is a guy, in case you were wondering," recalling all that had transpired. Guys harassed girls all the time and were unreliable, but were guys all the same? I closed my eyes as she attempted to calm me down, saying, "Okay, just breathe and calm down. "Breathe in and out, relax." It was only when I felt her hand remove a tear from my eye that I realized it had fallen. I miss my brother and parents, as well as my entire family. Why were they taken from me by Allah? Why did he save my life? Who saved me from that horrific collision? It was written; at the end of the day, everyone must depart; we must exercise patience; Allah is the one with the greatest knowledge. We are human, and we have feelings and questions. "Please tell him not to come near me." I know it will be hard to live with him, Hania, but I will try my hardest to keep my eyes down and avoid eye contact, but if you could just help me with this one little request." She grinned suspiciously but agreed when I pleaded with her. I can never make the same mistake twice; I have learned my lesson to avoid guys. To avoid getting hurt, keep a safe distance in advance. Given her familiarity with her brother's endearing demeanor and charming nature, Hania realized there was no way to avoid it. I can already ship them if he was shunned like the plague, then he would look further to learn more and to help her because she is innocent. Are you with me that my boat stays afloat and does not sink? The devil, or evil spirit, Shaytan, is the third person in a room consisting of a man and a woman. "Tell me about yourself, Ahlam, and how you and your family were before everything happened," she asked, shifting the topic, perhaps in an attempt to calm me down. When, after much thought, I told her what I remembered, she reassured me and gave me a sisterly hug. I thought to myself, "I love this girl," and knew we were going to be close. "Hania, please promise me that this will stay between us," I said coolly, and she nodded solemnly. Despite loving me like their own daughter, even her parents were ignorant of my past. Except for Hania, who seemed different, reliable, and someone I knew I could totally trust, I was just not ready to divulge details about my past to them or to anyone else at the time. I got up from the comfortable lounger by myself and pulled back my long sleeves to look down at my bruised and bare hands. Memories of the past, mostly involving my left arm, were racing through my head. I always wore long sleeves because of them, regardless of the weather outside. I really hope no one finds out or inquires. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that my once-bright, grey eyes, which shone like our beautiful sun, had swollen from constant crying and were now as clear as a cloudless sky. They were also pale, lifeless, and blank. My cheekbones were swollen and painful from the inside on the day of the unforgettable accident, and my once-wide smile disappeared. I was nervous and uncomfortable as I traced every feature of my face with my fingers; I had lost my attractiveness and the only thing I saw in the mirror was a generic face staring back at me from the crowd. The girl who claimed to be my sister and the family who took me in could not bear to see me every day. God, please explain why my heart is filled with so much negativity. When there are others going through so much worse and they still manage to be strong, why do I feel like such a weakling? "Because you no longer pray." I gasped and looked around, but the voice had disappeared. I had all of that in my imagination. Yes, I used to pray on time, but I gradually stopped after a few incidents, and the guilt was killing me every day. With trembling hands, I gazed at the prayer mat and prayed to God for forgiveness. I went to make ablution, recited two Rakats of Namaz (prayer), and expressed my gratitude to Allah (Almghty) for providing me with a loving new family and a fresh start in life—something I had not done since the accident. I prayed to Allah for strength for myself and all those who are suffering, as well as for sabr (endurance and patience) for those who have lost loved ones. Ameen. I was relieved when I looked at the time and realized it was 11 p.m. when I had finished praying. I was staring at the ceiling, wondering who this guy was, what could happen tomorrow, and how to get out of the way of his supposed approach. *** Are you excited to read more? 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