WIDOW

Moona wanted to stop him, to ask him not to go, because deep down she was afraid. She was sfraid of loosing him, she was afraid that she might not see him again. A tear rolled on her cheek as she watched the closed door... After all he was a police officer. She knew he was busy in some foolish mission. With heavy heart she walked over her bedroom where she laid down and when sleep took hold of her she didn't know.
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Do you accept this Nikah?" The man with a beard asked him.
"I do!" He heard his voice.
"Do you accept this nikah?"
"I do!"
"Do you accept this nikah?"
"I do!"
"Congratulations! Let's raise our hands to ask Allah Almighty to shower His endless blessings on this couple." The man raised his hands. He looked at her bride, she was also looking at him with a bright smile on her face.

And his eyes were open. He looked around frantically. The only voice in the room was of his panting. His throat was sore. He sat up in his bed. The light coming from the street through the window was the only source to reduce the darkness in the room. The habitant was now drinking water from the glass which had been on his bed-side table. After drinking the water he picked up his phone and came out of his room. Entering the lounge, he turned on the lights and sat on the couch. There he started recording a voice note.
"I just had a very bad dream and I am not feeling very good about it. I saw I was getting married." He stopped the recording and pushed the send button.

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This is a story of a widow, Moona, who meets a guy, Zain, who is an intelligence officer, after the death of her husband. They both investigate the murder of her husband with the help and support of their family. This is a family story. This is a friendship story. This is a love story. Who is their enemy? Who is the person behind the two murders? To know these facts, read WIDOW.
Love,
Hibba.