hayatiofparadise

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017||||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020||||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017||||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||…

hayatiofparadise

She was in love with words she'd never spoken, places she'd never explored, people she'd never met, and a world that didn't exist. Yet, she didn't believe the truth he vocalized like lies. He despised every syllable she uttered, every place she marked with her soft steps, the people she tainted with her pure voice, and the world she imagined. Yet, he didn't know the secrets she hid behind her mesmerizing eyes. ******The purest of hearts have endured the most pain. The kindest of souls have been wounded the greatest. The biggest of smiles have quivered the hardest. The quietest of eyes have cried the heaviest of tears.|| A Wattpad Featured Story as of May 17th, 2018 ||…

hayatiofparadise

Every night when the lights go out and the sea sets its journey to the shore, the images behind her eyes turn crimson with blood and ignite with the charcoal darkness. Every morning when the sun greets the sky hello, her daughter whispers goodbye in her ears and promises to come back again as her lissome fingers slip away with the early breeze. A story of brutal pain and an even more wicked truth.…