LIAO- INTRO

D R A F T

 An oxymoron 

Within Letters of the quran 

A revelation 

The sequence of the Ahdan 

A revelation of the hearts, 

Harmony of Solace.

Promise From Al-Quddus. 

Comma within our smile. 

Infringement of the hearts

To the ascension for the mind of the great seven heaven. 

A gifted heaven 

Dimension to our ultimate profession

 Love.

Chapter 1

 HATE THAT I LOVE YOU. (FINAL DRAFT)    

LIFE IS AN OXYMORON.

I gaze through my reflection in the opalescent mirror, a hazy memory, as an intense argument pursued, in a warm effervescent hot environment, I come to terms with my lover, his hair the scent of coconut, sweet passionate aroma. He came down slowly from the stairs, wearing a beige knee high short and a black shirt. The scent of an expensive male oriented perfume was surrounding the air. He was the height of a typical bear when ready to prey on its surroundings. His height was as tall as a normal door frame, his head almost hitting the nook of the kitchen door. He tipped his head as if he were an ostrich, but reality struck his interest. He was told about a girl wearing monochrome white and black striped trousers and a cropped top that was below her waist, who was waiting for him at the door. To discuss the outcome of their venomous relationship.  He took a quick glance from the corner of his eye. But was filled with curiosity and bewilderment. He took a closer look at the door from five metres, his eyes waiting to unwrap her identity. He gently places his immaculate hands on the edge of the handrails of the golden staircase, slowly making his way towards the shimmery staircase, and here I am standing at the door wearing a beige scarf tied back in the form of a chef's bun.  As I gently placed the shorter part of her scarf towards her chest. Stroking the lilac beads and playing with the front of her curled-up hair to help calm her nerves since it has been two years since the last time I saw her lover turned egoist. Just as I was about to leave, I saw him making a call. A range of emotions persisted, I did not know whether I should cry, try to talk to him or jump up with joy to see his precious smile. Trapped in my thoughts, like an isolated cold prisoner. Hearing my best friend at the time who told me to come to his house to discuss this issue, I decided the best thing to do was to talk to one of his friends Risa to try and negotiate how I felt about my resentful lover.  She and Adam lived together as roommates except their rooms were apart from each other, but it was still in the same house.  

A few years back not too long ago when Adam and Sariyah were eighteen, He told Sariyah about his house, but he did not go into immense detail as she expected. A blurry vision in her chaotic mind but now she is finally coming into terms with Risa, her lover's friend.