Safia and Harun stood beside their mother as she folded clothes, the platinum nose ring on her nose catching the light. Saana hadn't worn it in years, not since Harun was born and would try to tug it off her face as a baby."Mom, when will Baba come to visit us?" Safia asked, her small voice carrying the weight of the uncertainty hanging over them."Maybe this weekend," Saana replied, her hands moving steadily over the soft fabric."Won't he live with us anymore?" Harun's voice was quieter, almost afraid of the answer.Saana paused for just a fraction of a second, choosing her words carefully. "He'll visit from time to time. And if you miss him, you can always go and stay with him for a while."The answer was gentle, but before the quiet could settle, Hamin's voice cut through the room like a knife. "Why would you want to live with that man? Can't you see he's abandoned us?"Hamin was sprawled on the sofa, his face twisted with anger, his tone hard, bitter. Saana's brow furrowed, her patience snapping."Hamin, how dare you talk about your father like that?" Her voice was sharp, the air in the room suddenly tense."Mama, I'm not a saint like you. I can't pretend like nothing happened." Hamin shot up from the sofa, his face red with fury. "That man left you for another woman, and you still defend him. What's wrong with you? I say, divorce him! Throw him out of our lives. We don't need him."His voice rose, shaking with the force of his anger. The words stung the air like an open wound.Bibi rushed in from the kitchen, her face lined with worry, while Samia emerged from her room, drawn by the shouting. Bibi moved to calm Hamin, putting a hand on his arm, but he shook her off, his fury uncontainable."No, Bibi, let me speak!" Hamin's voice trembled. "Why is she defending him? That man—he didn't care about us! He didn't care about his own family. He started seeing someone else, having an affair!"The last word hung in the air, a heavy, poisonous accusation.Saana's patience finally shattered. Without thinking, she strode across the room and slapped him. The sound echoed in the stillness like a gunshot, and for a moment, everything was frozen. Hamin's eyes widened in shock, and the room fell into a stunned silence."Saana!" Bibi scolded, quickly pulling Hamin into her arms as if to shield him. The tension was palpable, every breath heavy. The children stared in disbelief—Saana had never laid a hand on any of them before.But Saana wasn't finished. Her body trembled, her voice thick with raw, repressed emotion. "Affair? You're talking about an affair? What do you know, Hamin? How can you say something like that about your father?" Her chest heaved, her voice gaining intensity with each word. "I am not a teenager, Hamin. I know exactly what I'm doing. You think I'm some saint for staying calm? Let me tell you what kind of 'affair' your father was having."She stormed to her room, and when she returned, she was holding a stack of printouts, her hands shaking. Without a word, she threw the papers at Hamin, the pages scattering across the floor."Here. Read them. These are the texts between your father and the woman you think he had an affair with." Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. "You think I'm blind? You think I don't know what happened? Two days before your father asked me for a divorce, I saw a message on his phone: 'When are you going to talk to your wife about the divorce?' I lost my mind, Hamin. I couldn't believe it. I never thought Hamza could ever... would ever..."Her voice broke, and she collapsed onto the sofa, the weight of her grief too heavy to bear standing."I was devastated. I wanted to know if he was truly having an affair. I went to that woman. I accused her of everything. Called her a homewrecker, told her she was destroying our family." Saana's eyes were glassy, her voice distant, remembering. "But she didn't fight back. She just... listened. And two days later, she came to see me. She brought these." Saana gestured to the scattered printouts, her voice thick with bitterness. "She wanted me to know the truth."The room was utterly silent, the weight of her words pressing down on everyone. Saana lifted her eyes to her son, her gaze hard."Your father texted her over 150 times. Yes. But do you know what he talked about? You." She paused, the pain in her voice like a slow burn. "He apologized to her because he couldn't attend your debate competition. He regretted missing Samia's birthday. He told her about Hasan's science project, Safia's first prize in drawing, Harun's last day of pre-nursery. He was drowning, Hamin. He was sinking under the weight of all of it, and I never noticed. He told her how he couldn't take you all on the trip to Spain because we were going bankrupt."Saana's voice faltered for a moment, and the memory washed over her—the moment Sara had come to her.---Sara sat across from Saana, her posture calm, but her words carried a weight that could break even the strongest resolve."I knew you would come one day," Sara said softly, her voice steady, though her eyes reflected quiet sadness. "Please, Saana, don't misunderstand. It was me who sent the proposal to Hamza. I wanted to marry him—even though I knew he was married and had five children."Saana's heart clenched. She crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure, but the anger simmered beneath the surface."You knew?" Saana whispered sharply, struggling to hold back her emotions.Sara nodded, guilt flashing briefly across her face. "Yes. I knew it was wrong. But Saana, you weren't there for him. You had left him alone long before I ever stepped in. You didn't see what he was going through, how much pain he was carrying inside. He was drowning, and no one noticed."Saana narrowed her eyes. "He never told me," she whispered, feeling a strange mixture of disbelief and defensiveness. "He never told me anything.""Because he couldn't," Sara replied gently. "Hamza isn't the kind of man who complains or demands. He carried everything on his own shoulders—for you, for your children. But it cost him more than you knew."Saana's fists clenched on her lap. "That doesn't excuse what you did," she said, her voice low but sharp."I know," Sara whispered, lowering her gaze. "I know it was wrong to even think of marrying him. But I... I came from a nightmare of a marriage. My ex-husband was narcissistic, manipulative, and abusive. I thought Hamza was different—a kind man, someone who cared about people. When Omar told me about the kind of person Hamza was, I..." She hesitated, as if choosing her words carefully. "I liked him, Saana. I thought maybe I could offer him the peace he'd lost."Saana's chest tightened as Sara's words struck deeper than she wanted to admit."And yes," Sara continued, "I tried to reach out first—send a heart, start a conversation. But Hamza shut me down every single time. He never allowed me to cross the line. He was loyal to you, Saana. He never betrayed you, even when he was at his lowest."Saana's heart ached with conflicting emotions. Anger, guilt, regret—it was all tangled inside her like a knot that refused to loosen."I came to you today," Sara said quietly, "because I want you to know the truth. Hamza wasn't the one who gave up on your marriage. He only accepted my proposal after he had already told Omar he wanted a divorce. He didn't do anything behind your back. He remained loyal until the very end."Saana's throat tightened, and she fought the sting of tears threatening to surface. She didn't want to believe any of this. But deep down, part of her knew Sara was telling the truth.Sara looked Saana in the eyes. "You see, Saana, Hamza isn't perfect. He's flawed, just like the rest of us. But the reason I wanted to marry him is simple: He's a good man. And good men are hard to find. You had him... but maybe you didn't see his worth. Maybe you got him so easily that you never realized what you had."Saana felt her breath hitch, anger and sorrow warring inside her heart."You have no idea what I've been through with him," Saana whispered fiercely, more to herself than to Sara."And you have no idea how much it hurt him to lose you," Sara said gently. "He never wanted things to end this way. But in the end... he was just a man, Saana. A man who wanted someone to see him, to understand him, to stand beside him."The room fell into heavy silence. Saana looked down at her hands, her heart weighed down with emotions she couldn't name.Sara picked up her purse and stood. "I'm not here to hurt you. I just thought you deserved to know the truth. Whatever you do from here is up to you."With that, Sara gave Saana one last glance and walked away, leaving her sitting there, lost in the whirlwind of her thoughts.Saana closed her eyes, feeling tears slip silently down her cheeks.---Saana's voice cracked as she spoke to her son. "I didn't believe her at first. But then she sent me the messages. And when I read them, Hamin, I realized something... something painful." She looked down at the floor, her voice barely a whisper. "I had abandoned him long before he ever thought of leaving me. I never gave him my time, Hamin. I never noticed how alone he was. I was too busy trying to be the perfect mother... and I forgot how to be a wife."She glanced at Bibi, her voice filled with regret. "Bibi, he stopped talking to me because I stopped listening. I shut him out. Every time he tried to connect with me, I was too busy. When he asked me to go on trips with him, just the two of us, I refused. I said the children needed me more. I didn't see that he needed me, too."Saana's eyes filled with tears, her voice shaking. "He didn't even tell me the company was losing money. Do you know why? Because I wasn't there for him. He was trying to carry everything on his shoulders—our bills, the children's school fees, our life. And I was too wrapped up in my own world to notice." She looked at Hamin, her expression raw, vulnerable. "Do you remember when we all went to Japan for a family vacation? Your father didn't come. Do you know why? Because while we were enjoying ourselves, he was in the hospital, suffering from kidney stones, alone. He never told me. He never told any of us."Tears were streaming down her face now, unchecked. She buried her head in her hands, her body shaking with sobs."I was so focused on being a good mother because I didn't want to repeat my mother's mistakes. But in trying to be perfect, I pushed him away. I made him feel invisible. And now, everyone is with me. But who is with him, Bibi? He's human, too. He has feelings, too. Why should he suffer alone? Why shouldn't he remarry if I've already left him to fend for himself?"The room was silent except for Saana's muffled cries. Even Hamin, overwhelmed by guilt and shame, stood rooted to the spot, unable to move.Bibi kissed Saana's forehead softly. "Don't cry, child. Allah's mercy is greater than any mistake. And no heart is too broken to be mended."But the tears didn't stop. Samia, Safia, and Hasan gathered around their mother, trying to comfort her, but Hamin stood frozen, as if rooted to the spot. His anger had dissolved, leaving only guilt and confusion in its place.-------------Hamza sat across from Sara and her brother Omar in his office, the soft hum of the laptop filling the room. They were reviewing a project, but Hamza's mind kept drifting. Sara adjusted her hijab, giving him a warm smile as if trying to lighten the mood."By the way," she said, glancing at Omar. "I cut my hair short last week."Hamza gave a polite nod, keeping his thoughts to himself. He didn't like the idea, but it wasn't his place to comment.Sara leaned in slightly, her tone playful but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness. "So, when are you planning to buy me a ring?"Hamza blinked, caught off guard. "A ring? For what?" he asked, though her meaning was already dawning on him."For our engagement," Sara answered confidently.Hamza's fingers froze on the keyboard. Slowly, he closed the lid of his laptop, the room growing heavier with tension. He looked at Sara for a moment, unsure how to respond."Sara, I need to tell you something," he began, his voice measured.Sara smiled, though the sadness behind it was unmistakable. "That you can't marry me."Hamza's heart sank. "What?""You don't need to say it, Hamza. I already know." Her voice was soft, but the weight of her words was undeniable. "You've been trying to convince yourself that moving on with me would make you feel better, but it won't. You haven't healed, Hamza. And I've realized that you don't love me."Hamza sat in stunned silence, unable to form a response.Sara continued, her tone steady but filled with sorrow. "When Sana left you, I was happy at first. I thought maybe, just maybe, we could be together. But deep down, I knew you didn't love me—you were just looking for someone to fill the emptiness."Hamza's gaze dropped to the desk as guilt tightened around his heart."You didn't tell her the truth, did you?" Sara asked quietly. "You never told Sana that you wanted a divorce because you felt neglected, because she wasn't there when you needed her the most." She shook her head. "Instead, you told her you loved me, hoping it would hurt her enough to make her come back to you."Omar shifted uncomfortably in his chair but stayed quiet, sensing the importance of Sara's words.Sara gave Hamza a sad smile. "But let's be honest, Hamza. You never loved me. You were just afraid of being lonely again. And even now, you're still searching for Sana in me. That's why you hesitated—because I no longer remind you of her."Hamza pressed his palms against his face, feeling the weight of her words settle in.Sara stood up gracefully, adjusting her hijab as she grabbed her purse. "Don't worry about me, Hamza. I'll be fine."Hamza looked up at her, guilt etched across his features."Sabbir, Omar's childhood best friend, proposed to me last week," Sara said with a bittersweet smile. "I've accepted. So, don't feel sorry for me—I'm not the kind of woman who cries over men."Her voice was steady, but Hamza could hear the quiet strength behind it. "Thank you for being honest with me, Hamza. But let me give you some advice: stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. You don't have to do everything alone. Speak up—be honest about your struggles. Stop pretending to be some kind of superhero."She placed her sunglasses on, hiding the glimmer of emotion in her eyes. "Your wife—she met me once, you know."Hamza shot up in his chair, startled. "Sana met you?""Yes," Sara answered, her voice lowering. "And, I told her everything that you never told her. Everything that she needed to know."Hamza slumped back into his seat, the weight of her words pressing down on him.Sara gave him one last look, her smile tinged with sadness. "She made mistakes, Hamza... and so did you. But maybe it's not too late to make things right."With that, she turned and walked out. Omar also got up and said, " It's still not too lat to fix everything. May Allah ajwajal guide you towards the best."He also walked after Sarah, leaving Hamza in the quiet office, his heart heavy with the realization of everything he'd lost—and what he still might have a chance to reclaim.---------That afternoon, Hamin and Samia both approached Saana, guilt shadowing their young faces. "We're really sorry, Mama," they said in unison, their voices low and filled with remorse.Saana's heart softened instantly. She had been holding onto her frustration, but their apology dissolved it like mist under the morning sun. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I forgive you," she said warmly, brushing their heads.Samia glanced at Hamin, and they both exchanged a knowing look. "We'll talk to Baba too," Hamin promised, though there was still a hint of hesitation in his voice. "We owe him an apology as well."Saana nodded, her heart quietly hoping that this would mark the beginning of a new chapter for their family."But, Mama," Samia added with a mischievous grin, "before anything else, we need to do something important!""Important?" Saana arched her brow in curiosity."Family photos!" Samia exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. "In the old house!"Saana's face fell slightly. "Photos, now?" She wasn't in the mood—her thoughts were wrapped around Hamza, and everything else felt like a distant blur.But the children wouldn't hear of it. "You have to wear a sari, Mama!" Samia insisted. "Please!"Even though Saana sighed, she knew deep down that she could never say no to them. Reluctantly, she agreed.She rummaged through her wardrobe, finally pulling out a sari—a deep emerald green with delicate gold threadwork. It had been years since she wore one, but the children's joy was contagious. She wrapped the fabric around herself slowly, memories of past moments with Hamza stirring deep within her.Samia, determined to match her mother, slipped into one of Saana's older saris, draping it clumsily but proudly. The room buzzed with excitement as the family prepared. Even Bibi, usually reluctant to wear anything fancy, wore a bright festive dress she had saved for Eid but never used.Once everyone was dressed, they gathered in the bright living room of the old house. The smell of freshly brewed chai lingered in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of nostalgia that filled the space.They started snapping photos, one after another, the children striking silly poses while Saana smiled—albeit softly. But no matter how hard she tried, a quiet ache nestled in her chest. Every photo felt incomplete, as if a piece of the puzzle was missing. Hamza.As Hamin clicked the pictures, her thoughts began to wander. She remembered the way Hamza used to stand behind her in photos, his arm resting protectively on her shoulder. How his presence always made her feel whole. And now, though her children laughed and the camera clicked, the absence of that familiar warmth gnawed at her.Samia noticed her mother's distracted expression and nudged her gently. "Mama, smile properly!"Saana forced a smile for the camera, but inside, she felt as if time was standing still—waiting, hoping for Hamza to return and make these moments complete once more.They took group photos, selfies, and candid shots, each one capturing the love and chaos of family life. But as they scrolled through the photos afterward, Saana realized that something irreplaceable remained missing.The children were beaming, Bibi looked radiant, and the house felt alive—but her heart silently whispered Hamza's name.And so, even in the midst of laughter, Saana found herself quietly praying:"Ya Allah, bring him back to us, so that these photos aren't just happy moments... but complete ones."----------Hamza sat alone in the garden, the house eerily quiet. The servants had already left, and the emptiness surrounding him felt heavier than ever. He tilted his head back, gazing up at the night sky, trying to count the stars like he used to. His mind wandered back to the first night of their marriage, when he and Saana had spent the entire night just like this—lying side by side, talking endlessly, staring at the sky, sharing dreams they thought would last forever.He sighed, the nostalgia bittersweet. As he pulled out his phone, a notification appeared—Samia Yusuf tagged you in a photo. Moments later, another popped up—Hamin Yusuf sent you a video.Curiosity stirred within him, and he clicked on the notification. The picture loaded, and there they were—his five children, all gathered in one frame, smiling, with the caption: Missing you, Baba!!!His chest tightened. His family. His heart. Before he could dwell on the image, he clicked on Hamin's video. It was chaos, but the kind that filled a house with life. Safia and Hasan were bickering, with Hasan tugging on Safia's hair while she squealed in pain. Saana's voice could be heard in the background, trying to separate them as Bibi hurried over to help. Harun, peacefully asleep, lay curled in Samia's arms. Hamin, grinning into the camera, said, "Come soon, Baba. Save us from World War Three." The video ended with Saana's voice in the background, stern but full of warmth: "Hasan, let go of your sister's hair. Don't make me smack you."Hamza watched the video over and over, his throat tightening each time. His eyes grew watery, and he didn't bother wiping the tears away. He missed them—all of them. Especially Saana. She had looked so beautiful in that black sari. The way the platinum nose ring sparkled against her skin, the way her hair—longer now—framed her face. How had he let all of this slip away?Without thinking, he dialed her number.---Saana was lying in bed, her back against the headboard, gently patting Harun's back as he slept beside her. She wasn't tired, though; her mind was too restless. Then her phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze for a second when she saw the name. Hamza.Her heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, she answered the call."Hello?" Her voice trembled ever so slightly."How are you?" Hamza asked, his voice uncertain, as if he was afraid of what he might say next."I'm fine. And you?" Saana replied softly, her pulse quickening. She could hear her own heartbeat and wondered if Hamza could hear it, too. There was a silence on the other end, as if he was listening to something else entirely—perhaps the echo of their shared past."I'm fine, too." His words were almost whispered, as if they might break something fragile between them.For a few moments, neither of them spoke, letting the quiet between them speak of all the things left unsaid."Did you eat dinner?" Saana asked, the concern slipping out before she could stop herself."No.""Why not?" She could feel the worry creeping into her voice, the familiar tone of care she had forgotten she still possessed for him.Hamza wanted to tell her the truth—that he couldn't stomach Maria's cooking, that no one's food ever tasted like Saana's, but he couldn't bring himself to say it."I wasn't hungry.""You need to eat something, Hamza. The doctor told you not to skip meals. If you keep neglecting your health, you'll end up with an ulcer. You've always been stubborn about these things," Saana said, the gentle nagging coming so naturally it almost made Hamza smile."Yes, ma'am," he replied, smiling softly at her motherly concern, something he realized he had missed more than he thought. How long had it been since she worried over him like this? Since they talked about something other than the kids?Leaning against the wall, Hamza looked up at the stars. "You wore a sari today?"Saana leaned back, surprised at the sudden change in conversation. "Yes. Samia wanted to wear one, so she insisted I wear one too."Hamza's heart tugged at the image of her. "After Samia was born, you never wore a sari for me again.""You never asked," she replied softly."But I gave you so many saris. That was my way of asking, didn't you know?""I didn't understand. I'm sorry." Her voice was tinged with regret."No, it's me who should apologize. I should've just asked."Silence fell again. It wasn't uncomfortable, just... heavy. It felt like both of them were standing on the edge of something—something delicate, like an old bridge that could collapse at any moment."Saana, don't you care if I marry again?" Hamza's voice was quieter, almost unsure.Saana's heart clenched, but she steadied herself. "Does it matter?""Yes. It matters to me," he replied, the words holding more weight than he intended."You said you wanted to divorce me," she whispered, her voice carrying the hurt she'd tried so hard to bury."I couldn't live like this anymore, Saana. For years, we've been like strangers. I was tired of feeling alone.""You told me you loved someone else." The words stung just as much now as when he'd first said them.Hamza's voice was thick with regret. "I didn't know how to tell you the truth, Saana. I've seen you raise our five children all by yourself, and I didn't want to add to your burden by telling you... I felt forgotten."Saana's breath hitched. "You said you didn't love me anymore."Hamza closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Saana, after you left me alone, I realized something—I missed you. I missed seeing you in the garden, watering the plants. I missed hearing you scold the children. I missed your cooking, your smile when I came home. I felt like I'd lost part of myself. If that's not love, then I don't know what love is."Tears silently streamed down Saana's face, but a soft smile tugged at her lips. She wiped her cheek, her heart filling with an ache she hadn't felt in years."What about that woman?" she asked quietly, afraid of the answer."She's getting married next month," Hamza replied. "She invited me... said I should bring you."Saana chuckled softly through her tears, "So that's why you called me? Because she dumped you?" Her voice teased, but there was a sadness behind it."No, Saana. She didn't dump me. I told her I couldn't marry her because..." Hamza stopped, taking a deep breath. "Because I still love my wife."The silence that followed felt like the first breath after drowning.Saana said nothing, but the tears that flowed now were different, a release of something she had been holding onto for so long."I never cheated on you, Saana. Believe me," Hamza said, his voice earnest, raw."I know," she whispered."I just... I needed some of your time, too. I know the children needed you, but so did I." His voice cracked slightly. "I just wanted your love, Saana.""I'm sorry, Hamza. I didn't realize how much I had left you alone. I didn't see how distant we'd become.""No, I'm sorry," Hamza said, his tone heavy with regret. "I should have spoken up earlier. If I had, maybe none of this would've happened.""Maybe," she whispered. "But whatever happens, happens for a reason."There was a softness in her voice now, a warmth that hadn't been there before."I miss you, Saana," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.She closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "Then come see me."------Saana stood at the window, draped in a velvety crimson sari that shimmered under the soft light. Her hair was neatly groomed, and a modest touch of makeup adorned her face, highlighting the joy and nervousness she felt. When she saw a car pulling into the driveway, her heart raced. Without thinking, she hurried down the stairs and opened the door before Hamza could even step out.The two stood there, speechless, gazing into each other's eyes as if time had rewound seventeen years. The moment stretched between them, filled with memories—both bitter and sweet. It felt surreal to see one another in this way again, after so many years of distance.Hamza's gaze softened as he took her in, noticing the small changes over time: the gentle streaks of silver in her hair, the quiet grace in her posture. Saana flushed under his gaze, nervously fidgeting with her hands. Neither of them had realized how much they had missed these quiet, tender moments between them.Hamza stood close to Saana, his gaze lingering on her as if trying to memorize every detail of her presence. The warmth between them was undeniable, a quiet pull that neither of them could resist.He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her heart stirring with emotions she thought had long been buried.Hamza's hand slipped to the small of her back, drawing her just a little closer—enough to feel her warmth against him. He rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the room."I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and heavy with meaning.Saana smiled softly, her gaze dropping for a moment before lifting back to meet his. "I missed you too," she whispered back, her voice soft but sincere.Without a word, Hamza pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead—a gesture full of affection and unspoken promises.He trailed his lips to her temple and then, ever so gently, to the corner of her mouth. His touch was light and fleeting, as if savoring the moment without rushing it. There was no urgency—just the quiet sweetness of reunion.Saana exhaled a soft breath, her hand finding his shoulder, steadying herself in his embrace. Hamza wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if he was afraid to let her go again."I love you," he murmured near her ear, his voice barely a whisper but carrying the weight of years they had lost." I love you too.." Saana confessed and closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—a silent reassurance that they were exactly where they belonged.Hamza scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her in his arms. She gave a small laugh, her cheeks warming under his gaze. As he carried her down the hall, the quiet between them was filled with something deeper—the comfort of love rediscovered, the promise of a new beginning."You have no idea how long I've waited for this moment," Hamza murmured, breathing in the subtle fragrance she wore, a scent he remembered from years ago.Saana lowered her gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "You won't have to wait anymore," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I promise."He smiled—a real, genuine smile—and the burden of years seemed to lift from his heart.As they entered their bedroom, Hamza glanced around, noticing the absence of their youngest son."Where is Harun?" he asked softly, his voice carrying the affection of a father who had missed far too many moments.Saana gave a shy smile. "He's with Bibi for the night," she said, glancing away, her cheeks warming.Hamza cupped her face with his hands, the warmth of his touch grounding her.He brought his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Then, with a tenderness she had almost forgotten, Hamza placed a soft kiss on her forehead, lingering there as if making a silent promise.Her heart stirred at the simplicity of the gesture, warmth spreading through her chest. Before she could think, he brushed a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips—a fleeting moment of unspoken love, enough to fill the space between them."I missed us," he whispered, his voice deep and full of meaning."And I won't ignore you again" she promised softly, her words like a quiet prayer for a new beginning.The night passed beautifully with Hamza showering her with his love and rekindling their beautiful bond.-------Both Hamza and Saana were deeply grateful to the Almighty. Despite all the ups and downs, the trials and misunderstandings, they had made it through—together. Their hearts overflowed with gratitude that Allah, in His infinite mercy, had kept them bound through every storm, every moment of weakness, and every mistake.As Hamza held her close, a quiet prayer formed in both their hearts: "Ya Allah, keep us steadfast and protect our bond. Allow us to walk this path together, with love, patience, and faith."They knew that the journey ahead wouldn't always be easy, but their trust in Allah's plan gave them strength. They understood now that love was not just about passion or moments of joy, but about persistence, forgiveness, and faith in each other.And in that moment, as they rested in each other's embrace, they both whispered softly:"Alhamdulillah for bringing us this far. May Allah continue to protect us and guide us always."-------Hello everyone! This is Samia. Can you believe it's been seven years already? Time flies so fast. You're probably wondering what happened after that moment between Mom and Dad. Well... they went on a second honeymoon, and surprise! Mom ended up pregnant again. She insists it was Baba's fault, though I'm not sure how. But hey, now we have another little sister, and that makes six of us.Mom and Dad have become the cutest couple. They've started going on walks again, counting stars like they used to, drenching in the rain together. Every Friday, they go out for dinner, and on Saturdays, the whole family heads out for picnics.Sometimes, Baba gets emotional and can't help showing his affection—though he tries to be discreet. He'll gently tap Mom's shoulder or give her a quick embrace when no one's looking. But if we catch him, Mom blushes and scolds him, saying he shouldn't act so young. Baba just laughs, and it's clear how much they love each other.Bibi still believes everything turned out fine because of that pious prayer her peer made. Meanwhile, Hamin still teases me, and Safia and Hasan have stopped fighting—though now Saleha and Harun have taken over that job.In short, life is pretty good. I love my parents, and I think they're the best couple I've ever seen. I can only hope that one day, when I find someone, our relationship will be just as blessed and beautiful as theirs.The end