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Noor wasn't sure if she wanted to be annoyed, angry, happy or disappointed. The flirty playful guy she had met twice on accident was actually the Mr. Umar Lukuwa she was supposed to meet.
What was it he said his name was when they had met the second time? Muhammad? Mahmoud? Mustafa? Musa? Mudassir? No, it wasn't either of the names. But she was sure whatever his name was, it started with an 'M' and it definitely wasn't a 'U'. Oh no, she stopped in her tracks did she make a mistake?
Blowing out a breath, she retraced her steps, finding Marwan standing by the
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.~Professor Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Her nimble hands held the barre in a tight hold, her body shaking with the exertion she had put it through but she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. Stepping back, she rose on her feet and set into first position then continued to dance.The darkness in her soul seeped out of her slowly like shadows, curling around her as she danced.She danced until her feet couldn't hold her up any longer. She collapsed on the floor like a heap, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she fought to regain her breathing.She didn't want to think about what had happened earlier but it seemed like
The consequences of our actions are always so complicated, so diverse that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.~Professor Dumbledore••Marwan wasn't sure what he was doing. Hours have passed yet he was still lying on his back watching the ceiling doing absolutely nothing.It was Saturday, he didn't have work to do and normally, he would have gone to the office and gone over the files on his desk but today, he found that he couldn't.The air in his room was thick with the pungent smell of tobacco but somehow, it was calming to him.Puffs of smoke left his mouth slowly as he twirled a hand in the smoke, tracing Noor's name in it over and over.Some would say that he was love sick, wallowing in self pity while writing the
Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pitty the living and above all, those who live without love.~Professor Dumbledore, The deathly hallows.••She sat on her prayer mat, hands raised in silent supplication, her mind whirling around different steps that she could have taken to avoid such an altercation.Why did she ever think she could do it? Marriage? How could he think that she was ready to marry him? What had she ever done to make him think that she wanted to marry him? Surely a few outings couldn't be counted as prerequisite to marriage or could they?  
Always~Severus Snape, The Deathly Hallows.••"Is it true?" Khaleed questioned, bursting through Nadia's office uncaring of the meeting going on.Her assistant flinched from the interruption, deferring to Nadia for instructions on what to do.She quirked a brow at him before dismissing him, returning her gaze back to the samples of the new lipstick she was launching."It's a little drier than I wanted," she continued. "But it's perfect. Let Ahlam know that we can proceed with the shipment.""Is that all Ma'am?" Halima questioned, picking up the box containing the tubes of lipstick."What would you like to have Khal? Coffee, tea or water?"The glare he gave her could've reduced a lesser woman to a mess but she was mad
It is our choices that show who we truly are far more than our abilities.~Professor Dumbledore, The chamber of secrets. ••Warning: This chapter contains words/paragraphs that may be triggering to some readers. Read discretion as adviced. This chapter will reveal most of the why's in the book. ••Noor stared at her Baba from across the dining table, taking notice of the stiffness of his jaw.It was one of the many saturday breakfasts they had together but his wife was absent today, making it almost bearable for her. If only her Baba wasn't intent on making conversations today, all would be w
We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the path we choose to act on. That's who we really are.~Sirius Black, Order of the phoenix••Marwan was tired, like fall-down-on-the-bed-and-never-wake-up-till-the-next-week kinda tired. After an all-nighter at the office, all he wanted to do was sleep off his exhaustion. And he had gotten his wish right until Noor had called him. He had set up a custom ringtone for her like a cheesy teenager so even through the haze of sleep, he knew it was her.Scrambling to a sitting position, groaning when his head hit the headboard, he swiped the answer key and pressed the phone to his ear."Hey beautiful," he greeted through a yawn. "How are you today?""I
What is life without a little risk?~Sirius Black, The order of the phoenix••His jaw clenched tightly, a muscle on his eye twitching involuntarily. Arms folded across his broad chest, Bashir Belko stared at his only daughter with such anger, Nadia was suprised he hadn't blown up. His eyes had been focused on the ornate table which held his phone and reading glasses but when he raised his cold, calculative eyes on her, Nadia had wished he had kept his gaze on the table. It had been long since she'd seen him that angry and if there was anything that terrified her, it was seeing her father angry even though most days, he was always angry.
There is no good and evil. There is only power and those too weak to seek it. ~Lord Voldemort, The sorcerer's stone••January, 2009South AfricaAl'amir Belko woke up with a start, wiping a hand over his face as he tried to gain his bearings. Despite the Aircon on full blast, he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his body shaking–from what, he couldn't remember. Each breath of his was released with great difficulty he wondered if he was about to suffer a stroke. But it couldn't be possible, he was at peak health, despite the condition he was still in after the tragic passing of his wife six months ago.He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there but as his hand brushed over the nightstand, he knew he had been here before. But, where was here exactly?His hand snagged on the desklight switch, pressing the button only to switch it off again when the light almost blinded him. He suffered from a headache unlike any he had ever had before and his mouth, it tasted like cott