LOGINWhen Bestfriend's love, it's the kind of love that is never broken. On the love path of Bestfriend's, there are a-lot of potholes, rifts and humans in form of monsters. But when Bestfriend's love, it's a love that walks until the end, hands entwined.The same goes for Maryam Mahdi Kirfi and her Bestfriend; Mahmud Muhammad Alkaleri. An upstanding pilot. He loves her but afraid to say it out, may be he is afraid to embark a love journey on the road? You might call Mahmud a coward or in other words, a warrior. Because at some point, he is afraid to confess his feelings for Maryam knowing there would be rifts that might break them apart. What would be of him if he loses his Bestfriend and his beloved?But the inevitable happens, his lovely brother Mujahid Muhammad Alkaleri comes into the picture and he captures the heart of Maryam at once. She has been crushing on him for long, and having him confess his love for her is something she looks forward to ever since she knows what love feels like.As innocent as Maryam is, how would she hold on to Mujahid's love while he has the image of a heartbreaker and his throng of girlfriends she doesn't know of? Will Mahmud give up on his love pursuit? Will the Bestfriends be cocooned in the web of love? What will happen if it's destined for the Bestfriend's to love?One thing to keep in mind, when Bestfriend's love, it's a painful journey.
View MoreA month past by and Maryam was back to work. On her way to her office, the nurses walking by and doctors, welcomed her back even though they didn't know why she stopped coming to work. She stepped into her office that was already cleaned up because she called her personal assistant, Amanda to get everything set before she arrived.
The city was enormous. It was beautiful. And so much colour. There were obelisks that rose into the sky casting their shadows across the rest ground. They marked the districts and were built of stone. The city held an equally impressive arena, for sports and games that drew people from all around the world to watch men fighting with Raptors and all these other creatures. People were lining up to queue inside, some dressed in bright blues, yellows, reds, and some with hats. Some were dressed in sandy brown colours that matched the sands from beyond the city walls. But nobody cared about fashion, they were there simply for the games.
He smiled at his phone and answered the call before taking it to his ear. "Salamu Alaikum, Ummah. Good morning," he chirped in. Ummah chuckled at the way he spoke. She had no doubts that Mahmud had something to say, something positive. "Wa'alaikumus Salam, Mahmud. How are you? How's London?" She asked. "Everything is fine here Alhamdulillah. How's Intisar and the others?" He asked.
"Hm! I thought you wouldn't pick up my call baby," he spoke nonchalantly like he didn't rip her heart off her chest and cut it into tiny pieces. "What do you want?" She asked through gritting teeth. "C'mon my love. It's me, your Mujahid.... I come in peace."