I never had it easy.
From watching my parents succumb to the horrors of a car accident to craving the healing presence of the man I love-my entire life-I had navigated through this messy maze I call my life with a shard of hope in my heart.
Every da...
Now that we've met all six of the main characters (and we're finally getting to the exciting parts, YAY!) I would just like to say that there is a hidden hikmah in the trials of each, and there are messages I'm trying to convey through all their individual struggles. This is not solely a story of six characters who are tangled up in each other's lives. It is not only based on romance. It is a story of the complexities and toils of everyday life, things we all have gone through at some point or another. I know I have. And through this book I've aimed, from the very start, to talk of issues I've witnessed and see as a liability to our-my-society, and I pray Allah grants me the strength and persistence to finish this book and bring each character to their rightful end, in'shaa'Allah :) Any good that comes out of this is from Allah Alone. That being said, vote, comment and enjoy! <3
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It starts off small, insignificant, barely there.
Similar to threads that are so small they are almost hidden to the eye, until one closely inspects them and realizes that these threads, if woven along with countless others, can be brought about into a coherent form and shape.
That is how sin works.
It starts off small, insignificant, barely there. And then you add another thread to it. And another. And another. And you keep adding and weaving, not knowing how far you've stretched it until you look back and see, and there it is before you, a collective weave of all your sins, the plain consequence of what you've done. And sometimes, disgusted by your own actions, you throw the clothe away and swear never to weave anything like it ever again.
But sometimes, just sometimes, like in Saboor's case, you don't throw the cloth away. You hang onto it for dear life. You wrap it around yourself hoping you'll find comfort underneath it. That you'll finally achieve that sense of security and accomplishment. You hold it around your neck as if it is a cape-a symbol of your bravery.
But it is anything but that. It is nothing more than a noose.
Saboor had tugged her hand back to herself as soon as Naail had worded his question, disbelief clouding her senses. Her mind had spiralled into a mess of confusion, shock, and worst of all, disbelief.
