The Corridors of Love (1)

She lay motionless on the hospital bed. It was a miracle that she survived. Joey and Katrinka had just arrived. They saw Ziyad. They had never seen him looked in such a terrible state before. Lost was his cool, competent, confident image. He was sitting alone at a corner of the hospital's VIPs waiting room. He was looking into nothing.
“Assalamualaikum, Ziyad,” greeted Joey.
Immediately, he looked up, tried to smile with difficulty, “Wa’alaikumussalam.” He narrated the events. Admittedly, no one knew yet, whether it was sabotage.
“I thought she died…” he didn’t finish his sentence, both palms in his face. “It’s good that both of you are here. I need to attend to some things…”.
“Of course, Ziyad. We’ll take care of her. I think Farid will personally come soon. He says the pact will go on as planned.” Joey explained quickly.
Ziyad nodded. Then, with a salam, he left them, still looking like a man unsure of his destiny.

Matters of the Heart

"Love has a vast following; I believe, it transcends Palestine, a geographic area. It reaches and touches those who allow it to seep through; often unnoticed. It begins with comprehension of the hearts, then sacrifice (sometimes untold ones). There will be misunderstanding and pain of sorts; love overcomes that somehow. Sadly, there could also be love lost."

"We will do the same things over and over again for that heartfelt love that we believe in. May Allah bless all the love that we feel. May it be a means to further strengthen His way within us and our resolve for islah everywhere and anywhere."