Life long,I had been nothing but a fragment of an incomplete book. The more you dig in my life, the more you sink in sorrows and melancholy. Ma,was not all the reasons behind it,it will be an accusation if I blame her for the hardest phases of my life. With her, everything was difficult but soothing with the assurance that Allah had been watching me. He would reward me hereafter. I wished so. Never did I know, I would marry someone,adore her,write letters like retro romantics,and finally, leave her.
Husna was something unexpected, something unknown. The more she was far from me,the more she buried her charisma inside the roots of my heart. First time,I saw her—I knew she was the one. But I didn't have the confidence I should have. I would have believed her blindly if it wasn't for my mom. She was always in my priorities. A mother,where she belongs.Had I not been fool enough to think that someone would feel myself from where I had been? Would someone believed how I, being a son handled my paralyzed mother for years? It was tough for anyone like me. Then came my profession along. Being an army was not my choice,yet it was a dream I always saw in Ma's eyes. Her sole wish was to see me in that place of patriotism. Ironically,she didn't know that her dream would become a nightmare in these changeable waves of life. After joining it,there were hardly any way to come out.
Which stone did I Leave unturned? It was all destiny,in past, present and future. So I decided to choose Husna,it didn't make sense why I did choose her.
This might be the prologue of my life. Or else, I can't describe the volcanoes like eruptions that had reached the shore of my life moments in mere words. Beyond words.
A/N: from here, the story is being written in Bilal's point of view.
This is the turned side of this story.
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✔︎
Spiritual❝𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 & 𝐣𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲❞ Story of a 20 years aged woman called Husna Ara, a youthful dreamer living in poverty; who wa...