When your parents decide to choose the person you will spend the rest of your life with, it doesn't always go well. Especially if he is the human form of headaches... Well, that's what she believes so, anyways. However, to other girls, he is a well...
- Salam! Hey guys! I'm sorry for the late update. I've been busy a lot! Sometimes with curing my headaches or sometimes with exams. I've got science exams coming up the next week, so I've got to revise A LOT! I'm sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to update. :(
- Secondly, I'm deciding to re-edit my book, I know I've did it before and it took really LONG, but I've noticed there's still a few mistakes which I need to sort out.
- Thirdly, I think you have seen my new cover, it hasn't fitted right, because the over was a rectangle. I've put it down below so you can see how it was actually meant to look like. So... It doesn't look very good, but I'll change it soon, later today.
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It's nice right? :P
- Lastly, if you notice and errors please, please, please point them out. I won't mind, I promise, actually it'll be really helpful.
*Above is what Afira's wearing for the day! Hope you like it! :)
Anyways, please comment, vote and share my book! Thank you! Love you all xx <3
"Some people come into your life as blessing, others come in your life as lessons."
Afira's P.O.V
It's been a couple of days since Baba's heart attack. I sat in my room, facing the front of the mirror. I looked pale. Lifeless. My eyes swollen from crying, I've prayed every day, every night, begging the Almighty for my Baba's well-being. I looked through my wardrobe for something to wear, today was my day to look after Baba. As I looked through my clothes a yellow and black suit stood out to me, bringing in memories along. Baba bought me it, it was a suit I long wanted. It was eye-catching. He surprised me with it. Like always. Ammi's conditions were far worse than me, she'd sit by him and trace his face, expecting him to wake up. I got it out of my wardrobe and put it on, applying a little eye-liner to cover my swollen eyes. I put the car keys in my bag and slowly walked downstairs.
I arrived at the hospital, Hussain's family also there. I greeted them all and went inside Baba's room. He was lying down with an oxygen mask on his face. Lying there... Still. I came and sat beside him, while my Mom sat opposite me. "Baba, please wake up." I pleaded. "I'm getting tired of waiting Baba. You know how impatient you little angel is?" The doctor came in noting down some things on his note pad. I held Baba's hand when his fingers moved, slightly, scaring me. "Ammi, Baba's hands moved!" I exclaimed, then his eyes opened a little making us smile. "Baba." I whispered in happiness. He picked up his hand and touched my cheeks and Ammi's. Hussain's family came in to see what's going on.
