FAZER LOGINThe 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.
Ver maisShe sat on her bed feeling all sorts of pain in her chest. She tightly squeezed the soft pillow as she let the tears roll down her eyes. He is not worth it! He is not worth it! She had no-one standing by her side. She never told Aydah and Mahmud was still at the hospital. "Why?" She questioned as she looked at the off white pillow. She let a soft giggle escape. She was asking a pillow why her life was so miserable. She caressed its cotton cover and laid down on the bed. She rocked herself back and forth as she tried to forget everything about him which was not possible
"Okay that is enough both of you!" She snapped. "What is the meaning of this? What's with the fight? Yaya Mujahid, you have to understand that mahmud is your brother and he's my brother too. I don't see any reason why you should...."
On 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."At least let me apologize fo





