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This book belongs to all those people who think their sins are too much to be forgiven by Allah s.w.t and all those people who lost hope ,alone or depressed or feel like their is no one to love them . Well just so you know all paths leads you to Allah s.w.t .

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"For indeed, with hardship ease." - ...

Author p.o.v

" Pl- please please leave me " the man beg holding his shivering hand covered in blood . His heart beating rapidly in his chest fear was evident in his eyes .

" I - I promise I won't do the same mistake .... I won't tell anyone the- they blackmail me or else I wouldn't have done anything Khalid I beg you please leave me I have children and wife to take care off have some humanity " He cried fearing for his life .

Khalid scratch his forehead with the gun and lean toward him sitting in his chair like a king while the man kneel infront of him begging for his life .

He look at him menacingly "

you should have known Thomas by now , there is no humanity in me "he growl lowly .

The man eyes widen with the blink of an eye Khalid pull the trigger on his head splashing the blood on his face the man fell down with a loud thud .

Khalid extended his hand with a poker face quickly a man wearing white and black uniform came in front of him handing over a white towel . He wipe the blood from his face and glance at the lifeless body .

" Did you find out who sent him " He ask the man in authoritative voice.

" Yes sir ... Our men will finish him soon " he bowed his head infront of him out of respect .

Khalid wipe his bloody hand '' Don't he is my prey I will hunt him by myself " he smirk .

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It was just like any other day , a hot August afternoon , the weather was so oppressive that even the birds are resting on the twig under the shadow of leaves .

The road is almost empty except few people working under scorching heat .

A black Mercedes Benz car stop few distance from red light , black glass roll down revealing a hand from the window holding cigrette between his two finger .

Taking off his shady blue google's his eyes saw two poor kids carving gaze at the small stall of food . There tore clothes is enough to tell their painful story . There was anger overwhelmed his chest remembering glimpse of his past .

He look away clenching his fist , red light turn green signing his car to move ahead , holding his gear in tight grip he was about to start his car when found those poor kids again but this time they weren't alone .

A women wearing a blue loose abaya covering her from head to toe kneeling in front of those kid who had a smile on their innocent faces .

Look away !!!

His sub concious warn him but like always he ignored and stared at the lady . He cannot see her face except her dark black eyes .

Holding both the kids hand firmly , she cross the road looking right to left in between passing infront of the car of Khalid Mirza the most feared mafia . Curious of what she is going to do next , he lean forward to have better view of them .

The abaya girl brought two plates filled with food placing in front of those hungry kids . Watching the food a bright smile appear on the faces of poor kid like they posses the power to brighten the day .

Watching her kind act unconsciously his lip twitch , a warm feeling replace the overwhelming anger in his heart . Suddenly the girl eyes met Khalid dark sea green eyes , his heart skip a beat but she is forbidden for him . He saw something in her eyes held disappointment , disgust , realisation hit when his eyes followed her's .

Cigrette ....

Lowering his both eyes in grimace , he felt offended . She judge him like everyone .

He intentionally puff one last time in front of him before throwing cigrette on the ground .Rolling up the black glass feeling angrier then before , he zoom past car from mud splashing all over her dress .

He heard her shrieked , a satisfying smile a appear on his leaving .

Yes he is the monster a ruthless monster no one can mess with .

Amira Sultan p.o.v

I was watching man shouting on his wife badly , I felt disgust , disappointed and feeling bad for the women when all of a sudden a car zoom past splashing all the mud on my new abaya .

" Oh no ..." I look down my dress horrified .

With tearful eyes I look at the black car, that man didn't even have the audacity to stop and say sorry .

" Chivalry is dead in this world " I felt immensely anger .

Clenching my fist , I felt my blood boil inside , all of a sudden I felt my cheeks turning hot remembering the word of prophet Mohammed S.A.W ( be peace be upon him ) that if you become angry while standing, then sit down, and if you are sitting down, then lie down. It is a physical motion to temper the rising flames within.

I sat down breathing heavily one of the most difficult thing in this world is to control your anger , I think the most strongest person in this world is he who can control their anger .

" Thank you didi ( sister ) " one of the kid thank me diverting my mind from that mannerless man .

A soft smile appear on my lip " your welcome " I pat their cheeks just then their mother came .

Giving her some money from my earning I left for home dreading the reaction of my step mother and sister who hates me with the bottom of their heart .

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" What the hell happen to your dress " I flinch at the thunderous voice of my step mother .

" I - um.. " I clucth the hem of my clothes feeling scared of the warth of my step mother .

There was a flame burning in her eyes , I wonder did she reacts the same if Zainab have done the same thing ???

" What cat got your tongue " Zainab mock behind her mother , there was hint of happiness in her eyes , she loves to see me suffer .

Taking a deep breath I answer " a car splash mud in mt dress it's not my fault " I tried to sound confident .

" Mom.... She said it's not her fault , now stop staring at api like you will eat her alive " Samia come in my defense .

" Shut up , go to your room " Ammi ordered glaring sternly .

Lowering her head , she look at me one last time , I nodded assuring her that I will be okay .

She left .

" So you are filling my daughter ear against me , aren't you " she grab my hair pulling it painfully .

Letting out a cried I shook my head " No ammi I am not "

She push me on the floor harsly " stop calling me your mother , I am not " with that she leaving me alone to cry to my lord .

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You screwed up, Damon, again!

Thank you!

You put me in a position where I have

to defend you, again.

Where I have to bend my morals, again.

Where I have to go against every single

thing I believe in, again, because

I love you!

Then stop loving me!

I can't!

Well that's - " Appi( sister ) " Samia stared at me horrified " why did you turn off the TV " she fake glare at me , she cannot give me real glare or I will pull her ear really hard .

She was watching Vampire diaries the best fantasy show ever ...... Elena was confessing her love but again.... I HAD TO COME .... I giggle mentally can imagine what exactly she is thinking .

" It's past your bed time , you have school tomorrow go to your room "

She whine slipping from couch melting like a puddle " I am not a kid anymore "

" Beside , I go to school everyday but vampire diaries is exception " she tried to justify the show over her school " I mean come on have you seen Damon his sharp jaws " she showed me her jaws just for example . My lip twitch at her dramatic behaviour.

" If you are done , go to your room" I turn my back on her pointing towards the stairs .

Wearing her sleepers grumpily while glaring whole on my back she walk upstairs then turning on her sleepers she came back again .

" I said I wo-" with a gloomy face she kissed my cheek like she do every night then walk upstairs not giving me single glance back .I chuckled shaking my head .

Samia is 14 years old , youngest in this house . Even though she is my step sister I love her dearly and I know she loves me too .

Switching off the lights one by one in every room . I enter my room sighing to myself .

I miss them so much .....

After I finished my farj prayer , I continue to read Surah Yaseen since the day I got to know one of the hadith of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) said, "One who recites Surah Yaseen in the morning, Allah Almighty will be responsible for fulfilling all his needs and forgive all his sins . So I try my best to read every day and to say the truth it always sooth my heart filling it with peace .

After I completed Surah Yaseen I raise my hand to pray a heart felt dua to Allah S.W.T , whatever I wanted , whatever bothering , tears flowed freely thinking about how merciful my lord is .... Telling every single thing that pained my heart . After praying for each family member I folded my mat properly .

I went near my window to see the still dark sky slowly changing into orange " Subhan Allah ( all praised to be God )" I mutter at the amazing view. There can be nothing more pleasing to the senses than the sunrise. Nature is at its best at this heavenly hour. The golden rays of the sun give a bright coloring to the clouds. At first, there appears a small ball of light in the sky. It then goes on increasing in size and shine.

I drew a deep breath , fresh air hit my nose bringing a soft smile on my face , I lean more watching the birds flying freely in the sky starting there day just like me .

I watch the clock knowing I have lots of time I thought of going back to sleep again .

"AMIRA OPEN THE DAMN DOOR WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO MAKE BREAK FAST " I turned in my sleep ignoring my step sister screaming like hyena .

Just one more minutes I tried to slip back in my romantic dream where the love of my life about to confess his feelings for me .

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR OR I WILL KICK YOU IN THE SHORE " she shouted and my ear perk up .

She rhymes! I chuckled at my thoughts , and sat up lazily yawning I stretch my arm and smile .

" Such a lovely morning " I smiled .

" ARE YOU OPENING THE DOOR OR I WILL BREAK IT " I think my step sister was on the verge of pulling her hair out so pitying her I removed my blanket I walked toward the door .

Opening the door I was welcomed by the fuming Zainab who was about to blew fire from her nose .

I lean on the door frame crossing my arm around my chest . I raised my eyebrows " What" I asked her in bored tone .

" Who the hell is going to make breakfast for me " she gritted out but I was least bothered , I am habitat by her tantrums .

I glance at her hand " it's look perfect " I tilled my head .

" What" she ask confused.

" Your hand ... It's perfect use them sometime you will feel good " I gave her a sickly sweet smile and a hand hit my cheeks .

I look up to see my step mother glaring at me " How dare you talk to my daughter like that you ungrateful " she seethed out .

I clench my fist but the tears burn my eyes I refuse to shed in front of them.

Zainab smirk behind her mother .

" Look down " she ordered me taking warning step toward me but I don't know what happened to me. I refused to back down , I don't behave like this usually .

With a blink of an eye she grab my hand ful of my hair making me yelp in pain .

" I . Said. Look . Down " she gritted her teeth in frustation and I look down finally I know if I don't she will beat the shit out of me .

She push me on the floor making me fall on my butt .

They both had a satisfy look on their face .

" Come down and make breakfast for us or else you won't get any " she smirk walking away .

I close my eyes breathing in and out to control my anger .

" With every hardship there is an ease " I tried assure myself with my lord word .

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