Chương 12: And, they lived happily ever after
Khadija closed the small book and looked at other. The other two were confused. Khadija and Mariam were stunned, grappling with the revelation that Fatiha may have retained subconscious memories of her past life as Joker. Daud, however, offered a different perspective, emphasizing that Fatiha had genuinely transformed into the person she was now—Fatiha Ayat.
"Her last act. Became her soul identity," Daud said.
Fatiha Ayat was a cancer patient and a victim of Joker's evil deeds.
When joker had stolen from a billioniare's house, the billioniare who was supposedly donate for Fatiha's treatment, he refused to donate since he was already in a loss. When joker decided to leave the life of crime, she also decided to fix everyone's life which was ruined due to her.
So, she donated for Fatiha's treatment.
That's how, a connection formed between Fatiha and joker.
Fatiha went to Usa for her treatment. Joker felt pity on the girl who lost her parents in a very young age and now battling with death. She also learned that Fatiha has some lands in Sylhet which she wants to use to build an orphanage and Joker found a new purpose. She'd promised Fatiha she would fulfil her dreams. Thus she came to Bangladesh, pretending to be Fatiha Ayat.
Daud's reassurance underscored the idea that, regardless of whether Fatiha had lingering subconscious memories, the essence of Joker was no more. Fatiha had embraced a new identity and a different path in life. The past, with all its complexities and shadows, had given way to the present reality.
As they sat together, reflecting on their interconnected lives and the tumultuous journey they had traversed, a sense of closure settled upon them. The story of Joker had concluded, leaving behind a tale of redemption, faith, and the enduring capacity for positive change.
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The morning sun cast a gentle glow on the quiet street as the lady prepared to open her shop. Among the familiar sights, an unusual sight caught her eye—a letter accompanied by a joker toy and some money. Her curiosity piqued, she furrowed her brows and reached for the mysterious items.
As she unfolded the letter, the words revealed a tale of redemption that unfolded many years ago.
MANY YEARS AGO , I HAD STOLEN THIS TOY FROM YOUR SHOP. I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT. HERE'S THE TOY AND THE MONEY FOR THAT. I HOPE YOU FORGIVE ME.
The lady's initial confusion transformed into a warm smile as she absorbed the essence of the letter's sincerity.Without a word, the lady closed the door behind her, leaving the street outside to the whispers of a gentle breeze.
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Tahira stood at a distance, observing the scene unfolding near the shop. Today marked the day she relinquished the last stolen item she had been carrying with her—a symbolic act that lifted the weight of her past sins. A serene smile adorned her lips, reflecting the internal peace she felt at finally being liberated from the burdens of her transgressions.
As she placed a gentle hand on her stomach, Tahira addressed the life growing within her. "Little baby, never stray from the path of righteousness. Always heed the commands of Allah Ta'ala and follow the sunnah of our Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaihi wa sallam)," she advised with a tender tone, instilling words of guidance to her unborn child.
Turning away from the scene, she spoke softly to her baby, "Now, let's go. Your father and siblings are waiting." Tahira began walking, the rhythmic sway of her steps carrying a sense of newfound freedom. A little distance away, she spotted Zahran, holding Ayesha who was peacefully asleep on his shoulder, while Yahya engaged in conversation with his father.
"Mama!" Yahya called out, rushing toward her. Zahran, being protective, and fearful that the energy ball may hurt his loving wife unintendingly, warned," Careful, little hurricane." Tahira chuckled in response, offering reassurance to Zahran. She bent slightly, placing a gentle kiss on Yahya's forehead.
"What did you buy?" Zahran asked , seeing her empty hands.
"Nothing, I changed my mind." She casually answered.
"Okay, then shall we leave?" Zahran suggested. His gaze shifted to Yahya, who agreed with a smile. Tahira nodded, and as a united family, they left the scene, leaving behind the echoes of a past that had been reconciled and the promise of a brighter future together.
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Yahya and Ayesha were sound asleep, tucked in the warmth of their dreams. Tahira stood by the window, gazing at the moon casting its gentle glow over Sylhet. The night was peaceful, and the tranquil scene outside resonated with the calm within.
Zahran, ever tender, approached her from behind and enveloped her in a loving embrace. "It has become difficult to hug you," he teased playfully, his chin resting on her shoulders. His warm breath brushed against her neck, causing a shiver that tingled through her, and her cheeks blushed in response.
Tahira whispered, "You know I love it when you hold me like this." Zahran pulled back slightly, kissing her on the temple and then on her cheek.
Tahira turned, her eyes glistening with emotion. Zahran, noticing the change, became concerned. "What happened, love? Why are you crying?"
"I'm just grateful to Allah that He gave me you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. Zahran's smile widened, touched by her words.
"I am also grateful to Allah that He gave me you," he replied, moved by the depth of their connection. He moved to embrace her, but her baby bump cane between them .
"Seems like our little acrobat has already mastered the art of the hug block!" Zahran commented and they both laughed. Zahran planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Will you continue to love me like this forever?" Tahira inquired, her eyes reflecting a blend of vulnerability and hope.
Zahran's gaze softened as he responded, "Yes, now and always."
"Even in Jannah (paradise)?" she pressed, seeking assurance for an eternity.
A smile graced Zahran's lips, and he gently affirmed, "Absolutely."
"Promise?" Tahira sought the solemn commitment that transcended earthly pledges.
"Promise," Zahran whispered. He held her close, sealing their promise with an embrace that echoed a love destined to endure beyond the realms of this world.
And so, under the watchful gaze of the moon and the ever-present guidance of Allah, their journey continued with a testament to the enduring power of love and the blessings that continued to grace their intertwined destinies.
The end.
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Author's Note:
Hey lovely readers 🤩!
I hope you enjoyed this whirlwind journey of love, redemption, and second chances! I know it wasn't perfect – there were some twists and turns I didn't quite anticipate – but I poured my heart into this story, and I'm so glad you reached the end.
This started as a quick one-week project, but the characters and their world captivated me, and before I knew it, we were off on an adventure! If you enjoyed this, you might also like my other stories:
Whisper of Destiny (Ongoing): A multi-couple romance that will keep you guessing until the very last page.Winning Her Heart (Completed): A classic opposites-attract tale with a touch of forced marriage spice.Unveiling the Niqabis (Non-fiction): A collection of interviews with women who wear the niqab, offering a glimpse into their diverse lives and experiences.
I'm always working on new projects, so be sure to follow me on Instagram for updates: @auth_farzana_tutul.
Until we meet again with a new story, keep smiling and keep dreaming 🤗!
Love,
Farzana Tutul
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