All she ever wanted was to become an independent woman, live a comfortable life and be useful to the society.
Everything was going just perfectly fine, until she got married to a man whom she considered to be tactless and probably the worst person...
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Dr. Zayn Hassan IbnAl-Ali
A 26yrs Old Surgeon.
An intimate friend of Omar and Ahmad.
The elder brother of Aliya and Imran.
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The Oasis
There was a distant sound playing in the air, Some kind of tintinnabulation of a bell. Zayn could hear it from where he sat on his couch deep inside his inner room. He straightened his body out on the couch, throwing his head backward which made his hair fall loose behind. It certainly wasn't his first time hearing that sound. He had heard it many times before, only that this time it was all in his imagination.
The wind chimed, blowing the curtains off their usual balance. He could almost hear the sound of raindrops but it was the harmattan season. There was no way it could rain in December.
The sound of raindrops, and the wonderful chimes of the wind, combined with the knelling cry of funeral bells, come together to form an unnatural acoustic melody. A harmonious cry which could not be defined by even science itself.
The sound became more audible as he shot his eyes close. He ran a hand over a fluffy Hanamy. She sat gracefully on his lap all coiled up in peaceful silence. Both of them were just simply enjoying the soft evening bliss.
"You hear that Hanamy? He said in a whisper and the cat adjusted her position on his body as though she understood the meaning of his words. "It's the Oasis. It's calling me, telling me to come home." He said to the fat white creature. She was one of the most beautiful things that he owned and cherished with his heart. To him Hanamy was more than just a pet, she meant more to him than he knew. They had always enjoyed each other's company, even now and then when they were in the states together. They had been together for so long that they could almost communicate in an unspoken language.
Gently and slowly he lifted hanamy off of his body and sat her on her pet bed, a silky cushion that was crafted from a royal red velvet material.
He walked up to his closet and changed into something pleasant; a pair of loose trousers and a white kandura. It was time for him to meet with his father at the appointed time and location. It was a long time ago since he last visited that place, the Oasis where he shared most of his childhood memories. Realization hit him that all he remembered from the past was just him being there, he couldn't remember any of the events that had occurred there. For instance, what he did while he was there, and the people he met there. Nothing seemed to make sense from the blank images in his head.
The Oasis wasn't an Orphanage, at least everyone thought it was. It was a secret underground facility built to help gifted children. At The Oasis, gifted children were modified into what is known as Metahumans. There was a secret laboratory where the professor always hung out. No one in the family besides Zayn knew about it.
