Novels by rosa

Difficulties and adversities viciously force all their might on us and cause us to fall apart, but they are necessary elements of individual growth and reveal our true potential.ZINA'S POV:

ZINA'S POV:Ilost my mind, I couldn't take it. I begun banging my head to the wall. Hoping it will all make it stop. I was about to hit my head again, but I felt someone pull me closer, and hug me so tight, begging me to stop." Stop girl please, you are hurting yourself like this. " said the person

What people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving thingsZINA'S POV:I was feeling so cold, like I was sleeping on something hard. All my body hurts, my muscles are stiff, but why I thought I slept on my bed last night.I opened my eyes, and I found that I was sitting on the floor, leaning my head on the wall. It was so dark, expect from the light coming under the door.What time is it?Where is my phone?Ya Allah, I hope it's not late.I need to rest I have a flight in the morning.My throat was itching, I need to get some water.I got up from the floor, groaning in pain.I opened the door and headed down the stairs.Ya Allah, please give me patience and courage to overcome this.Tomorrow, I will leave my hometown, my country, the place Where I was born.

If god allows it, then he has a plan,so stop worryingZINA'S POV:"Zina, we have wonderful news for you."I froze,This can't be good, I thought.She went out of the room, expecting me to follow her, butI stood there astonished and panicked at the same time.What could be good for them, would definitely be bad for me.Ya Allah, what kind of test would you get me into now?I trust you, God.I took a deep breathe, calmed myself down and decided to follow my mom.I came out of my room, descending the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest, I am curious; worried; and scared.Scared about what they are going to tell me, I know I won't like.Scared because I can't say NO, whatever they throw my way should be done, without any arguments, or else HE would be mad, and I would be the one facing the consequences.And that 'he' is My father.I talked before about my mother, but I ne

I was laying on my side in my bedroom, thinking about life. My long brown hair sprawled on the pillow, looking at the large blue sky.It was a beautiful sunny day, a good day for a long walk outside or a picnic.The weather was warm and relaxing although it's the end of October.I stood up, tied my hair, and looked outside my window.You can see our beautiful garden from here, it was my grandma's favorite place, before she dies.She planted many flowers out there.It was a very mesmerizing scenery.I smiled as soft breeze hit my face, you can see the sea from here since we live in a high place.I watched as a yellow butterfly flied and rested exactly on a red rose, making it look more beautiful than it already is.I turned around and grabbed a pen and notebook on my desk. I began writing all what I see infront of me, describing it, I had that urge to write and keep writting.I rised my head and saw a t

As I was about to cut.I heard a voice; I looked around me, hoping I will see where did that voice come from.Zina, are you that weak? It said again."Who are you and what do you want from me?" I replied, my voice low and hoarse, barely audible."Doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what you are trying to do, are you that weak? Would you give up just because your mom or family don't treat you well? Everything happens for a reason, and everyone has its worth in this life, Allah gave you this life and he will be the one taking it. Stand up child, better days are coming, just trust me and clean your wounds, go back to Allah, he misses you. One last thing, no matter how your parents are, take care of them, before it is too late,"It was the sweetest and the softest voice that I have ever heard, it was that kind of voice that would make you close your eyes and just listen. I looked around again, and saw nothing just nothing, those swee