Haya was as lovely as her name, with honey-colored eyes that could kill. Her long brown beautiful hair enhanced her beauty. She resembled a ray of sunshine in the dead of winter. She was respectful, obedient, and her parents' only child. She turned 19 at the time. Her grandmother died three weeks ago, so she decided not to celebrate her birthday this year. She was sad and depressed, and she didn't want any sort of celebration in honor of her grandmother because her father was also emotionally disturbed.
Lying in bed at night, she gazed out the window at the moonlight, as there was only a small candle to lighten up the room otherwise it was dark. Oh! Grandmother, I miss you! Haya sobbed and hugged the pillow, chewing her lips tightly to keep from crying too loudly, and the tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn't want her parents to see her sobbing. She continued to cry quietly, her eyes closed. She murmured, "I miss you, dear Grandma." She fell asleep while crying.
As the sun rises, her mother enters and wakes her up for university. Haya awakens with excruciating headaches. Oh, honey, I'll make you some tea; don't worry, you'll be fine. Today, take a day off from university and relax. No, mother, I'm not going to skip university; I'll be fine. Mother inquired, "Are you sure?" Yes, mother, don't be concerned, said Haya politely. Get some fresh air, sweetie; I'll make you breakfast. It's already getting late. Haya hurriedly ran to get dressed.
Take care, honey, mother says as Haya walks out of the house on her way to university. Bye, mom, I love you, Haya chanted as she walked out of the house.
As she walks through the corridor on her way to the University, a boy standing in the way notices Haya. He kept staring at her, as if he was losing his heart, as Haya walks past him, looking at the floor, naturally representing her innocent and shy nature. Please excuse me! He said this respectfully as he attempted to strike up a conversation with Haya. "Yes?" she said as she turned around. Haya squinted at him, perplexed. You look stunning! He said awkwardly, Haya got shocked as her eyes remain wide open, and she runs away from the corridor to the library. The boy remained perplexed and felt guilty for having offended her. He walked away cursing himself for being too quick to express himself.
She sat in the library and sobbed. Sheena, one of her classmates, had also missed the lecture and was already in the library, showing up to Haya when she noticed her. Are you all right? What's the reason for your tears? Did you also miss the first lecture? Yes, I did, Haya mumbled. Its fine, we'll cover it up later; why are you crying, darling? Sheena stated. Haya murmured, "There was a guy in the corridor who told me I looked beautiful." Haya, you're such a sweetheart, said Sheena. There is nothing to be sad about. You're lucky to be complimented. Nobody ever says anything nice about me! With a sad expression, Sheena said. What was his name? Was he attractive? Sheena inquired.
Stop spewing nonsense. Haya exclaimed, "Sheena, you don't know anything." Oh my goodness! Haya, please don't cry. What exactly is it? Tell me, she inquired, her eyes wide with interest. Haya said, "Nothing, leave it." She walked out of the library, her scarf covering her face. What if he comes up to you again, Haya? Sheena, who was following her, inquired. I'm hoping he doesn't. Haya explained, "I'm covering my face so no one can see me."
The next day, while Haya was sitting in the cafeteria with her friends, the guy approaches her. Please accept my apologies if you believe I have crossed the line. You appeared to flee, terrified. I felt guilty and sad because I could see you were bothered. Its fine, Haya said politely. And she departs with her friends. OMG! I recognize him because he is very attractive. Sheena identified him as Rayan from the seniors. Haya squinted at her friend as she chuckled, "I didn't ask for details." Haya, you're a lucky girl!
Haya becomes lost in thought as tears flow from her eyes. Aroosa, Haya's best friend, reminded the girls to be respectful. Don't bother her because she has a dark memory from the past that comes back when we talk about it. She advises other girls to be humble and to respect their feelings.
Pull yourself together, Haya, don't worry, I completely understand your situation, said Aroosa. I'm not concerned about myself, but as you know, any boy who approaches or compliments me will face consequences over which I have no control. Haya sobbed, "I've decided to cover my face forever."
Haya became concerned after not seeing Rayan for a few days and wondered if he was okay. He's been absent for a week because he was in an accident and is now recovering, says Rayan's classmate as Haya approaches them to ask for Rayan. Oh my goodness! Haya is startled and rushes back. She takes a leave of absence from university and immediately returns home. Cursing herself for causing problems for others.
Haya's parents became curious and concerned when she arrived home early. What happened, sweetheart? Do you have a good day today? I've got a bad headache again, and I can't concentrate on anything. Take a break and some medicine, baby. Mother said, "I need to take you to the doctor." Yes, mother, but later, mumbled Haya. Lunch is nearly ready. Mother said, "I'll get it to your room."
Haya sleeps with her hair open on the same night. She was staring at the roof, thinking about Rayan. I'm sorry if I caused you any harm. I'm confident it's because of me. Haya sobs, "I hope you get better soon." When a drop of water falls on her face out of nowhere, she becomes irritated and immediately sits up, wiping her face. She looks up at the ceiling to see if there is any water leakage, but she can't find any. She ties her hair tightly and goes to bed, oblivious to the situation.
The next morning, her mother walks in and wakes her up. Haya complains of a severe headache once more. She requests that Haya not attend university today and instead take a day off. Haya tries to sit slowly and notices her hair is wide open. She gets a little freaked out because I tied my hair super tight before sleeping mother. Even the hairband is missing. There's nothing to worry about, darling; you must have removed the pony band while sleeping. Sweetie, take it easy. I'll make you breakfast, so relax and don't worry about it.
Wait, Mother, please listen, as she walks out of the room, she calls out to her. Yes Haya, what exactly is it? Mother says. Last night, I was lying in bed when some water fell on my face out of nowhere. What? Are you certain? She takes a close look at the ceiling. Is there any evidence of water leaking from the ceiling, honey? It could be a delusion. No way, mother, I could feel the water. My face was dripping wet. I had to wipe it away right away.
This is such a strange situation, says mother with worry. She again looks up at the ceiling and assures Haya that the drop of water is sprinkled from the ceiling. Don't worry at all. I'll ask your father to check it as soon as he comes back. Sure mother, I'll have a shower before breakfast. Sure darling, says the mother. Somehow the day passes as Haya remains depressed, constantly thinking about Rayan and praying for his fast recovery.
Mother, who is concerned, remarks, "This is such a strange situation." She looks up at the ceiling once more, assuring Haya that the drop of water has fallen from the ceiling. Don't be concerned. I'll have your father look into it as soon as he gets home. Sure thing, mother, I'll shower before breakfast. Sure, darling, the mother says. Haya remains depressed throughout the day, constantly thinking about Rayan and praying for his quick recovery.