{With every sun comes a new day, a new beginning.}
{A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday.}
{And yet, she dared not lift the veil that protected her face from the eyes of outsiders as there is already too little in this wo...
In the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful.
~°°~ The one who sustain and protect all that is existing ~°°~
The darkness of night which had no light except the silver glow of the moon was all she could see. The glowing moon casted a dull light to the night while she sat there feeling the fritz breeze embracing her body. She inhaled deeply the fresh winter breeze as she read through her bulky yet interesting novel.
Faint cricket cries were the only sound one could hear apart from her breathing and the rhythmic blow of breeze - she was sitting on the roofed swing chair outside the house.
On hearing her phone ring, she already knew what made it to, it was the alarm she set. There was no way it would be otherwise because her subscriber identity module card was off.
She inhaled and exhaled deeply before closing the book she was reading. She stood up dusting her skinny jeans - which she paired with a black hoody to block the cold air of the night - and headed into the house.
Their house was moderate in structure, it was a four bedroom flat which was sufficient for the family of three. Nahla lived with her mother and stepfather in Berlin, Germany.
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Her mother Farah Armani was a half-caste. Farah's father was German while her mother was Saudis. That was what made Nahla a quarter caste, with her father being a Nigerian Fulani man.
Nahla's parents met when her father Afif went to Germany for a business trip, it was love at first sight and he didn't hesitate to try to make Farah his wife.
They got married as soon as Afif got his parent's consent and he took her with him, back to Nigeria.
Even though they loved each other at first, things started to change after Farah gave birth to her first child; Nahla. Farah started to see a version of Afif she never knew about, and it wasn't pretty.
But she didn't give up on him, not until after she gave birth to another child, a male child; Uwaimir. Nahla was five then.
Farah demanded for divorce and Afif gave it to her with the condition that she would leave his only son with him while she could take Nahla with her.
She agreed to that condition with the hope that her son would have the best life out there, it would be only natural if Afif loved his son unconditionally because he knew he would be his heir, the only person to follow his footsteps.
When Farah returned to her home in her country, It took her a period of 8 years before she remarried, to Anwar. Nahla was already thirteen then.
