Lash wakes up and checks the time. She jumps, fretting as she realizes she's missed her Subh prayer. As she stands up, she feels herself damp. Looking down, she sees blood and almost screams. She takes her bath and scrambles her drawers for a sanitary pad. She finally finds two pads and she almost squeals in joy.  After getting dressed, she hears the bell being rung so she wears her Hijab and rushes outside. After collecting her orders and signing, she goes inside and organizes everything. She picks her phone and sees a message from Zulqa. Smiling like a loon, Lash takes her raspberry veil and drapes it over the slate Atelier Vedahno gown she's wearing. Adding butterscotch Ray-Ban spectacles to shield her eyes, she slips on ebony Fendi heels and takes her phone and the key to her Porsche before securing all her doors with locks. Once outside, she locks the main gate with a huge padlock before hiding the keys in her pigeonhole before loc

"Mummy wallahi na gaji. {by Allah I'm tired}. Isn't it enough?" Halima whines and Hajjo glares at her.  "You're going to a whole different country Halima. You don't know how things are going to be there. You've already been through so much here and despite being home for one month, you're still not back to your normal self." Halima gulps at the last statement, all that happened in that one week flashing before her eyes, not even a single second forgotten. Hajjo places her hand over Halima's own as she's visibly shaking. That's what happens anytime she's reminded of him.  "Yes mummy." Halima manages to say and Hajjo smiles fondly at her daughter. Her baby girl has been through a lot.  They walk back to the car and drive home. Immediately they reach home, Hajjo continues packing up all of the necessities for Halima's three weeks brushing up course. It's a gift from Sa'eed which was given to her on her birthd

Halima steps out of the Peugeot 206 and slips the key into her bag. She switches off her phone mobile data as she exits the Google maps app. She looks up at the hotel, Fauchon L'hotel Paris. With a deep breath, Halima prays Allahumma innee as'aluka min nuhoorihim wa a'udhubika min shuroorihim.  That being done, Halima enters the hotel and checks in and she was given her room key. She takes the elevator as their bellhop follows her with her luggage. Once in front of the room, she opens it and the only word that comes out of her mouth is wow.  The room is painted powder white, the wall behind the large queen sized bed in a dark shade of gray. By Halima's left, ash drapes which have been pushed to the sides reveal two windows that take up almost the whole walls with powder white frames and a thick transparent glass adorning them.  In between the two windows sits a wall fluorescent lamp en

Halima wakes up the next morning with a huge smile on her face. Today she's going for her first class in make-up. She skips to the bathroom and performs ablution. She prays her Subh prayer.    "Ya Allah, don't let me loose this baby. Help me. Let this baby be the best for me. Ya Allah don't let me be led astray." Halima continues to pray with her eyes closed, her hands raised in prayer. After praying she takes her bath then gets dressed in a black jumpsuit. She adds an Alabaster after dress then a matching alabaster veil that came with the after dress. She takes all the necessary things and puts them in a black Fendi bag before slipping on black wedged shoes.    She checks out of the hotel and drives to the mall which is opposite La Cuisine Paris, the culinary school she's going to be attending after she's done with the brushing up makeup course. Entering the hall, she goes up to the first floor which gives a beautiful scene of Par

Sa'eed pries his eyes open. The place is dark and he can't see a thing. He lays down, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness first. Once his eyes adjust, he sees the light switch and he touches it making the lights come on. Where is he?  He notices the room theme, milk and tangerine. That was the theme of his room back in his parent's house. He looks around and surely, it's his room. But how did he get here? He takes a bath and changes into one of the sweats in his wardrobe.  He walks out of the room and the captivating scent of something - definitely baked - hits his nose. He remembers Halima. Where is she now? How is she? Numerous questions run through his mind. He knows everything he did to her. Every single thing. He didn't do it intentionally but the deed has been done. If only he will be able to meet her and apologize.  He walks into the kitchen and sees something - definitely eatable - dripp