Not the rose she wanted

A girl who doesn't feel any emotion at all. She cannot cry, she cannot smile,she cannot laugh,she doesn't know what happiness is,she doesn't know what sadness is,the feeling of being alone,scared,depressed,the feeling of falling in love,having crush,liking someone,giving out compliments,the feeling of being cared for.She was deprived of human feelings and emotions ,she's just a living doll.

"I'll cure her biizzinillah, I promise you that" he said with determination portraying in his surreal emerald green eyes.

Follow us as Hameed help Asma discover different kind of feelings...


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The room was dark,the lights switched off,yet from the brightness coming from the windows as the sun rose from the east, Hameed closed the Muhsaf that he was reading as he raised his hands up praying and thanking Almighty Allah for His Mercy and Blessings,he rubbed his hands to his face as he glanced at the lean yet small figure laying across him "His Wife" smile adorned his handsome face,his eyes wrinkled slightly with delight as his hand ran over her clad hijab head.
"Asma"
His husky morning voice whispered her name beautifully. Such a long wait but bless full outcome he thought. Never would he ever be able to get over that fact. It was just so beautiful to be able to see her smile again, laugh till her hazel eyes adorned themselves with tears,look at him in the eyes with so much love and care.
He looked at her peaceful sleeping face .
Her long thick eyelashes cast a soft shadow onto her pale smooth cheeks,her bushy yet carved eyebrows raised slightly,her flawless straight nose perfectly proportioned by the Almighty Allah like every other aspect of her and rosy plump lips parted slightly taking in air and out . She was a diamond amongst dirt , his rose in the dessert and she was his wife. SubhanAllah!!.
How did he get so damn lucky.