Meet Taliha, a renowned introverted bookworm with a haunting past and a secret alter ego as an up-and-coming Islamic writer. Her peculiar and unconventional reactions to life's twists and turns have left her questioning her very existence, as the wo...
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious and Most Merciful, the fifth chapter of the story begins, please do enjoy it. Good luck!
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Taliha's POV: It's another day in school, and my mom will drop me off---as usual.
As a student, I would have to go to class on weekdays.
Fortunately...little by little, I am starting to understand how things are done in my school.
Due to my ability to master things, I could predict and handle my activities in school without much tension.
Although, I wanted no social or friendly talk with people.
I was relying on Allah for everything. And yes, I was gradually getting comfortable with the school.
With my headphones playing some calming recitals, I walk unhurriedly around the school environment.
Then I plunged out my phone to change the verse that I was listening to.
I always listen to some Quranic verses by Abdur-Rahman As-Sudais. He is my favorite reciter so far.
My mum constantly played his recitations for me to listen when I needed an escape from boredom and disturbing noises.
And yes---it always kept me calm and relaxed.
Initially, my mum bought the headphones when I was nine years old.
The memories occupied my mind and I was drawn to my past.
I remembered when she entered my room and saw me seated at a corner. I was cringing and my ears were covered with my hands. There was a feast at the sitting room downstairs, organized by my family---the relatives also showed up.
But I couldn't bear to listen to the loudspeaker. So, I fled to my room---the safest place I knew.
My mum was aware of how much I hated noises, especially people.
They always irritated me.
"Hey, dear." She whispered before crouching next to me.
After noticing her shadow, I raised my head to face her---in disarray.
Then she hung up a box for me to see, and my attention was drawn to it.
"Look, this is a headphone set."
Instantly, I lowered my gaze to it with full attention. I didn't say a word or comment to appreciate the gift. But I also couldn't resist my desire for it. Then her eyebrows furrowed with a confused grin before raising a question.
"So, do you like it?"
Yet, I remained mute---I was quiet like I had no vocals. Then she handled the large box to me and aided me to unpack it.
It was something that a five-year-old could do.
However, I needed my mum for most of my sensory receptions. Afterward, she placed the headphones on my ears.
