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 Fifty-fifth chapter of the story begins, please do enjoy it. Good luck!
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Taliha's POV: The next day, I was eating lunch with Mrs. Lilian.
She prepared Cullen Skink for us.
A hearty Scottish fish soup packed with smoked haddock, potatoes, and onions.
It had a creamy taste that I couldn't resist.
After the last bite, I dropped my spoon on the empty plate.
Then I sighed before standing up.
I moved away from the table, then Mrs. Lilian glanced at me and called me.
"Taliha."
I stopped after exactly three seconds.
"Please don't go yet, I have something to tell you..." She implored in a haste.
I was confused but I was curious to find out. So, I walked back to the table.
"What is it?" I inquired as I stood near the table.
"Well, I wanted to tell you that your dear Tiffany...was able to pass her exams."
Mrs. Lilian held a joyous smile as she declared it.
Unfortunately, I didn't know what to say. So I had to examine her facial expression to decide on an emotional reaction to her statement.
Then I smiled forcefully.
"Wow..."
She replied with a grin, "I know right? I was chuffed too when I saw the results."
"Well, that's good." I nodded blankly.
"Okay?" Mrs. Lilian mentioned holding an awkward look.
Maybe I didn't give a perfect reply.
"Anyways." She continued with her palms together, "She will be arriving here in a few hours, so the three of us are going to eat a nice dinner this evening before Tiffany and I leave."
I was dumbfounded due to amazement.
But I was willing to accept her suggestion because of the dinner she mentioned.
"Alright." I nodded excitedly.
Then She smiled broadly and I left the dining table.
After I entered my room, I laid on my bed until I glanced at my drawer from afar.
My attention got drawn to it, so I sat upright and saw a picture frame on the top of the drawer.
A picture of me practicing ballet.
I scoffed instantly after I grabbed it.
I was looking at my former self, those years when I was still a high schooler.
