Wonder- Shawn mendes



We walked into the royal themed living room. A huge portrait of a dark and chubby man together with a young and fair woman hung on the wall directly opposite the door. Gold and white striped wallpapers covered the concrete walls and also being shield by huge and thick brown curtains. The chairs sat tall, each with a pointed back tip and rounded foots.



As we walked further, Rayyan walked to a hallway and minutes later, the young woman in the portrait came out and gasped



"Ammarah!



Both she and Rayyan paused as she said that. And in an apologetic glance to Rayyan, she turned to me with her initial excitement.



"Ohh is so nice to meet you"



She pulled me into a hug patting my back slightly and then keeping me at arm length to observe me "You're so pretty"



"Thank you" I smiled "You're also beautiful, and so is your home"



She waved a dismissal hand "G

Rayyan's POV



Arcade- Duncan Laurence



I watched the taxi round and exited the corner before I sighed deeply and held my aching stomach. I walked back into the house and met the glaring eyes of my sister.



"How much have you hidden from Ammarah?



"What do you mean? I questioned avoiding her as I walk to the kitchen



"Well it's clear she knows only what you showed. For starters why did you take the cab Rayyan?



"Why shouldn't I? I asked turning to look at her



She sent me a glare "Rayyan you have so many cars! And you chose to take a cab"



"I told you it was an unplanned visit"



"Your car is in the market's garage. How many minutes will it take you to take it out and drive her here?



She saw the guilt in my face and smiled sadly "You haven't told her who you are have you? She thinks you're a spice shop owner and that's it"



"Binta?



"Did you give her the sad little

Dandelions- Ruth B



Forgive me, Ammarah.



I absolutely have no words and no eyes to face you after all I've did. The day I watch you walk into the hospital room and saw a war raging in your eyes; choice between walking in to sit next to me or stand at the door like a stranger, because that's what you basically see me as, a stranger. I realized my days of nonchalance attitude and how it has affected you. I was sorry for my actions but knew there were far too many things to be sorry for. So I am writing you this letter, hopefully when you finish it, you forgive me.



I knew I have failed Ammarah, I have failed you, myself and your parent. I've failed the oath I took silently to myself when I saw your father holding your wailing mother. I have failed the hearts that nurtured you, hearts that loved you and still align your pictures on their hallway. Hearts that mourn you, cry for you an

Wonder- Shawn mendes



We walked into the royal themed living room. A huge portrait of a dark and chubby man together with a young and fair woman hung on the wall directly opposite the door. Gold and white striped wallpapers covered the concrete walls and also being shield by huge and thick brown curtains. The chairs sat tall, each with a pointed back tip and rounded foots.



As we walked further, Rayyan walked to a hallway and minutes later, the young woman in the portrait came out and gasped



"Ammarah!



Both she and Rayyan paused as she said that. And in an apologetic glance to Rayyan, she turned to me with her initial excitement.



"Ohh is so nice to meet you"



She pulled me into a hug patting my back slightly and then keeping me at arm length to observe me "You're so pretty"



"Thank you" I smiled "You're also beautiful, and so is your home"



She waved a dismissal hand "God works miracle for his servants. I never thought I could visit a house like this, and here I am li

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