Enjoy the drama!.Alim's heart pulsed harshly below my hand that was palming his chest. His eyes held utter blankness. My heart dropped in my stomach seeing his poker physiognomy except for his rapid breathing."What is the matter Alim?" Uncle Ahmed's voice reached my ears and my eyes did not leave Alim's face, his lips parted hearing the question but no word was uttered."Dad, are you fine?" The timid voice of Ibrahim pulled him out of his trance and he looked in my eyes with a pained expression. Ibrahim walked forward, stood by me, and tugged at his father's sleeves."What happened, Alim?"Before he could reply anything back, a loud sob cracked and all of our heads whipped in Layana's direction who was wailing hysterically. Auntie Zubia with a perplexed look sauntered to her and took her in her arms. She pushed the strands of hair away from her forehead and made her sit on a

It doesn't matter what is in front of her because of what is behind her. _ anonymous"Alim," I called his name loudly wanting to get his attention. He was engrossed in his laptop and I was sitting on the couch after devouring the food hungrily."Hm.," he muttered not giving me a single glance."I want to go back," I announced."Wait for one hour and I'll drop you off.""Do your work peacefully. I'll just go with Logan," I said and got up from the couch. I rotated to move out when I saw him glaring at me."Why are you always so desperate to go with Logan?" He inquired with gritted teeth.A smile tugged at my lips and I walked slowly behind his desk and revolving his chair to face me I stood in between his spread legs and put a hand on his

ايمانك يحب أن يكون أكبر من خوفك Your faith has to be greater than your fear! •••After a long and tiring flight, I arrived in Islamabad at night time. Walking out of the jet, I saw Maryam waving at me. An unintentional smile tugged on my lips and I waved my hand back at her. I saw Ali standing near her and I offered him a small smile."Assalam u Alaikum! How was your journey bhabi (brother's wife)?" He was the first one to greet."It has been fine." I again smiled at his generous manner."How are you, Maryam?" I asked whilst hugging her. She gave a

"Hi, uncle Ahmed," six years old Alim said, waving at his dearest uncle.  "How is my champion," uncle Ahmed crouched in front of him and bumped his fist with his little one.  "I'm fine, where is Suleiman?" He asked.  "He ran to Farya's room," he told.  "Oh... I gotta going." Kissing his cheek lovingly, a little boy ran off.  Mr. Ahmed stood tall and a gracious smile engulfed his face.  _____ "Why did you hit her?" Alim was about to enter Farya's room when he heard his friend. He stopped and peeped in the room to see red-faced Suleiman glaring up at

 I sat with my anger long enough. Untill she told meHer real name wasGrief. •••• The Wali mansion was quiet and eerie that evening. Five bulky men which didn't belong to Sabeeh's guards, but were men of Mafia, were also guarding the house. Suleiman and Alim, were standing in their room in front of the opened window, looking down. Farya was sitting on the bed, playing with her toys. Sabeeh, Zabda and Ahmed still had not returned. Zubia, Suleiman's mother, had come earlier to check on the children.  "Alim," Suleiman called him, who was lost deep in thoughts. His eyebrows were knitted together and cheeks were red.  "Hmm..." He muttered as a reply