Mag-log inThe 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 moreOn a plastic hallway chair sat a child, legs kicking in the air, clearing the floor by several inches as they swung back and forth. Maryam was mesmerized by the red rubber boots on his feet and blue duffle coat, somehow the kid reminded her of Paddington Bear. His face had unhealthy look to it and his eyes were hard open as he stared at nothing on the wall. Maryam stopped. The boy's legs weren't swinging in the care-free way she'd first assumed. Each one was more like a kick, sharp and pointed. She crouched down in front of him, letting the boy see her white coat and stethoscope. She fixed her veil and smiled sweetly at the boy. He stared at her with no expression on his face. She gently placed her palm on his cheek.&
He knocked softly on her door and few seconds later, he heard her voice giving him permission to come in. Her attention was still on the file she was going through. She thought it was Amanda or another patient but his voice came and she briskly raised her head up. Their eyes locked. "Can we talk, please?" He pleaded. She shook her head, "I'm busy," she retorted. She had finally given up and was fed up with him.
That red chamber has changed over the weeks.....not the same any more.....not at all.....it has locked its doors.....( no more ventilation ).....the air has turned stagnant.... the cobwebs have dwelled in every corner of that heart, billowed down like curtains.....the walls are leaking some of that crimson liquid though not enough to wake it up ......the pipe is coated with corrosion ........dripping small drops to the centre of it, where the remnants lie .........poor heart! There has to be a strong wind to come .......to change.....to open the doors and windows ..... a rain to wash clear that heart .......it has to be someone to fix it! And that someone is gone, forever. He has lost her. His biggest nightmare has come true.
Two months Later...Their relationship grew stronger everyday. She fell deeper in love with him every passing day. Falling in love with him was like entering a house and finally realizing she's home. When his eyes are locked on hers, it's like She can see ga