Echo of hearts

mary routine whenever she felt disheartened. Nestled on the veranda, she observed the delicate dance of flowers, their graceful sway in the gentle breeze, their

pirit a mystery even to herself, though perhaps it was

ally captivating. The chosen spot she occupied, the dress that adorned her figure-everything seemed to enhance her innate beauty. Her rich complexion, her radiant smi

rived? she wondered, before exclaiming, "Welcome, dear!" Her voice, sweet and melodious, grounded him in reality, and he approached her with a smile. "What were

s toward the enchantment of plants." Her words carried a nonchalant air, concealing the awareness of his prese

my bags, I felt compelled to come here. I misse

worried expression? I'm not hungry, honestly." In jest, he playfully tugged at her nose with his hand. Her brow furrowed, head tilting, and with a slightly puzzled

he leaned in slightly, clutching his hands. "Please, Yaya, let's go. You need to eat, whether hunger strikes or not. How can one fly for hours from a distant land and claim not to be hungry? I know you too well. You're never fond

m open to whatever you decide." Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous glimmer as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright then, let me go and wo

well. He wasn't one for heavy meals, but he had a soft spot for anything made with yam. With swift movements, she prepared a savory beef soup and cooked th

ongings to her room. Once everything was in place, he made his way upstairs to greet Aleen

t him out, finding him engrossed in conversation with her mother. With a gentle smile, she interrupted, "Mom, your boy needs to eat." Her mother

grew wider as he no

ime she cooked or even stepped foot in the kitchen,"

ate. There's something special about her cooking,

ers. "I'll leave after having the food. Umma must be angry with me by now," Sajan added, a hint of lazin

n they shared. Sajan's presence brought warmth and comfort, filling her heart with joy and contentm

childhood accident, but his vibrant spirit remained unbroken. Zia's next destination was his cousin Aroush's house, a place he often visited. He approa

d out of the kitchen, holding a spoon in her hand. "Yaya, I

the time you need. Where is Umma?" he inquired, tu

here, my son. I bet you're tired of waiting. I don't kno

she'll try to be a bit quicker," Zia respond

mat, joining Umma in lively conversation while they awaited Aroush's return. Sabrin,

Despite his visual impairment, Aroush stood by his side, guiding him and offering unwaver

his best friend. Ejaz had returned from a long trip, bringing with him a sense of exciteme

ddy?" Zia asked, his v

ave so many stories to share with you," Ej

bout it. Let's go inside. Umma and Aroush will be thrilled

mosphere of warmth and familiarity. Umma turned around and caught sight of Ejaz

Welcome home, my dear," Umma expressed,

of their reunion. "Thank you, Umma. It feels grea

iness. "Ejaz, you're finally here! I missed you

d you too, Aroush. It's good to be back and see ev

he relationships in his life. Umma, Aroush, and Ejaz were his pillars of support, his chosen family who embraced him u

ther, they wove a tapestry of unforgettable memories, forever etching their mark on each other's lives. And in that moment, as they