All Chapters of Serendipity Of Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

She walked out of their tattered mud bathroom, lifting the milk curtain that turned to brown and also serves as the door. She walked forward, wiping away the splatter of foam over her forehead. She smiled when her mother; whom they fondly call Ammi walked out of their room and ambled towards their mud kitchen, halting midway. "Fadwa, you need to act fast please. Majida had already left for school; something about having an extra early test," Ammi said and disappeared into the kitchen, not waiting for Fadwa's reply because she knew she'd hardly get anything more than a nod and a smile. Fadwa nodded and smile, and she heard Ammi's voice again. Whom peeked her head through the cloud of smoke forming from the piles of firewoods she stocked in between three big stones that serve as the stove. "You might need to wash your forehead again, your left shoulder also. For Allah's sake, Fadwa; what a 19 years old still bathe like this?" Ammi inquired and a sof

"You need to understand that as much as you want their happiness, they want yours too. You can't just deprive yourself the only thing that brings you solace just because you think they need it more than you. You can't just drop out of school, Fadwa." Nadia looked into her eyes and hope she could see a feeling that would let her know that Fadwa had really reasoned with what she had been telling her since when they started walking to the chemist, in the chemist and their way back home now. Fadwa heaved a sigh and looked up at Nadia, repositioning Sabeehah that was cradled on her back. She took another footstep and looked at her feet for long before she spoke. "You would never understand this, Nadia. Just because I'm dropping out of school doesn't mean I'm ending my life. There are a lot of things I could do than to study, my family need it more. And had it been Ammi have a way she could pay for my exams, she would've done that gladly. And you of all people know that Baffah

"Magnificent!" This word managed so hard and escaped out of Fadwa's lips. She couldn't resist the furniture adorning every crevice and corner of this living room. The air conditioner had instantly made her sleepy, and she could forever smell the scent of this bakhoor. Is Umman Nadia sure this house belongs to a guy? Everywhere is as tidy as she could ever make it look. She wanted to seat on one of the sofas, so she could feel its softness and not make a mistake while describing it to Majida and Ammi about the house; for she would surely gist them. This is the highest luxury level she had ever seen. Not that she has seen many, but she knew this house belongs to a rich mogul. There were paintings pinned perfectly on the wall, she could see the door leading to where she assumed are the rooms of the house, but the impeccable love she has for paintings outweighs her inner thoughts of being a good maid. She prowled, as silently as she could; until her palm got in c