It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.~Professor Dumbledore••The picturesque view of the vast blue sea towering over the promenade had her breath catching in her throat. There was something about the sea that always called to her wherever she was.There was something familiar and homey about being amidst people wearing the same Abaya like her. Even though some have rebelled from the usual black color and adopted different pastel, beige or other fashionable colors. It was fascinating seeing so many different Abaya-cladded women, each lavishly and outrageously decorated with faux fur, swarovski crystals, pearls, emb
After all this time?~Albus Dumbledore, The deathly hallows••Noor sat a café, gaze on her necklace as she tried hard to decipher her feels. She had felt disoriented when she remembered everything from that year at Ecuador and she still had no idea how to feel about the boy–man–who had given her the bracelet.What would she do if they were to meet now? Would he expect her to keep her promise to him? What if he has forgotten about her just as she had forgotten about him? What if he doesn't remember asking her to make that promise to him?Eeek, she shuddered. Who even asks an eight year old to keep her firsts for him? What was he
It matters not what someone is born but what they grow to be.~Professor Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Noor dragged her feet, her gait ridiculously slow as she headed towards her Jaddah's suite. As much as she wanted to have alone time with her Jaddah, she dreaded what she wanted to talk to her about this late in the evening.She lifted her head high, ignoring the looks and mutterings that followed her as she walked deeper into the Dar. It was nothing new to her, and she had grown a thick skin to it.When she made it to a set of doors that led to her Jaddah's suite, Doha appeared out of nowhere to direct her towards the back of the rooms, where her Jaddah was already seated inside a tent, overlooking a pool.With the sun so hot,
It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to your enemies. But just as much to stand up to your friends.~Albus Dumbledore, The sorcerer's stone.••Nadia was bone tired and weary of their dance. It had worn her out and now, she was just done. From the balcony of their living room, she could hear her father rage and rant to their grandparents for her decision to call off another engagement while Khaleed stood like a stone, flinching at the vitriol her father spoke with as if every word was a lashing to his skin. She nearly scoffed at his reaction when all that was happening was his fault to begin with.
Oh dear, we are in trouble.~Argus Filch, The chamber of secrets.••Marwan sighed as he slowed his car in front of their gate, leaning his head on the steering wheel. It was one of those days–the work until you're about to drop dead kinda day. Between meetings with the board, helping women seek for their rights, and taking on new cases, Marwan was sure he was about to explode. It was a wonder that he hadn't taken adderall to help him focus. And the fact that he had a meeting with Al'amir Belko this evening, didn't help matters. It worried him that the man has requested a meeting after office hours, specifically requesting that Marwan was the one he met with. What was it about?Also, how could he look
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love. ~Albus Dumbledore, The half-blood prince.••Noor sat besides her father, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the steady beeping of the monitors, a background noise that seemed to dull the white noise within her head. She hadn't moved from her position, ever since she had been brought to the hospital, afraid that if she moved or blinked, he would stop breathing. And so, there she sat, sentry besides his hospital bed, hoping that the angel of death wouldn't come for him now. They still had a lot to do, words to say and a lot of patching up to do. They hadn't been father and daughter for a long time and now, all she wanted, all she
Let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let them swim in the deepest oceam or glide over the highest cloud.~Albus Dumbledore, The prizoner of azkaban.••Doors, so many doors on an endless hallway that seemed to stretch as far as the eyes could see. The hallway was stark white, as were the doors. He had no idea which to open and so, going on pure instinct, he opened the third door by his left, stepping into a nightmare–his past. Hair the color of midnight disappeared into the trees, her laughter sending shivers of delight through his body. He loved the games they played. After all, with the ar
While we may come from different places and speak in different tongues, our heart beats as one. ~Albus Dumbledore, The goblet of fire.••Al'amir Belko had flatlined thrice and each time, Noor had been sure the angel of death had come for her Baba only for him to return back to the living. But there hadn't been much improvement, he was still the same. Still as dead to the world as he was four days ago–only the steady beat of the monitors proved otherwise.Every second that passed without him waking up, a shred of hope left her body. She watched by the minute as he lost weight in his sleep, his body so pale he could give Jasper a run for hi