بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم
Hey, look whose back. Late eid mubarak to everyone. Taqabbalallahu minna waminkum. Apologies in advance for irregular posts as it will take a while to get back into the groove.
Don’t get too confused as my story has advanced three years in time and everyone else’s is still where it was. I’ll also be writing from third person as I just can’t seem to portray all I want from first person.
Does anyone think I should create another site to reblog my part of the story (like Haalah has – picture perfect) as it’s a bit too confusing? Please let me know and please leave a comment as I’ve missed you all and really want to hear from you.
- Make dua for your beloved parents by saying: رَّبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا
I know you are all missing Layya and Layla but I’m sorry to tell you they are not the same people you remember. In the three years that have passed, each member of the Ma family has drastically changed. I’m sad to say that you may not even recognise them anymore. ‘Why? What happened?’ you ask. Well it’s a heart breaking story. Let me complete the narrative of the day that their lives changed forever then perhaps you may understand.
On that fateful day, exactly three years ago…
Mama stared in horror as her worst nightmare came true. Her heart literally felt like it was cracking when she saw the looks of betrayal mirrored on her twin daughters’ faces. She had rushed to their room upon hearing all the commotion and the colour drained from her face once she realised what exactly was going on.
‘Xingan, a piece of her heart and liver,’ she couldn’t bear to see the hurt showing on their faces. The signs of hatred that began registering on their faces was the final blow. It felt like daggers being plunged deep into her heart. ‘No, no, no! They hated her!’
To top it all, this entire time Guma was screaming out her guts, loud enough to awaken the dead. ‘What exactly was she screaming,’ Mama didn’t know as Guma’s voice only registered to her as a faint echo. Her children’s expressions and feelings on the other hand couldn’t have been more clear and obvious to her, even if she had held a magnifying glass up to examine their faces. Their denial and pain were extremely evident on their innocent faces.
Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she watched her children suffer to come to terms with what exactly was going on. Her head pounded and her heart ached. She clutched her chest as if wanting to soothe the pain in her heart. Their pain was her pain manifold. She felt her chest tightening as her world shattered and everything went black.
- Dua for parents
- The love our parents have for us especially our mothers is often underestimated.
- It is impossible to completely fulfill the rights of your mother and repay her for all that she has done for you but that doesn’t mean you mustn’t try