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He was reclining on a soft rug in the beautifully designed garden of his house. He wore a sky-blue voile kaftan and matching trousers, which fitted him perfectly.
He was fair-skinned, though not excessively so. Signs of old age were visible on his face and body. He was at least eighty years old. His skin had a calm, rested glow. He wore no cap, yet his old age had not hidden his handsome face. The beauty Allah had given him was such that it would be difficult for anyone to look at him once and look away, especially because of his elegance and neatness.
His hair lay neatly combed, gray strands covering its original color. At the front of his forehead were fine gray curls styled fashionably, adding greatly to his charm. He had a long face, large gray eyes, and he loved perfume so much that it was as if he bathed in fragrance. His body constantly released a soothing, pleasant scent.
His long white beard flowed down to his chest, and he had full, thick hair.
He was a wealthy elder and a heroic man with natural leadership qualities that attracted people. He was honorable, intelligent, brave, determined, and complete in character. He related well with others and never broke his promises. Allah had blessed him from every direction.
Despite his enormous wealth, he never neglected his worship. He paid zakat, gave charity, and helped the community. He cared deeply for the poor. His wealth never made him arrogant or proud. He never despised the needy. Everyone was his own.
Behind where he lay, his walking stick rested against a tree. It was made entirely of gold—its value alone could lift a person out of poverty.
As the garden breeze brushed against his body, he slowly closed and opened his eyes, admiring the beautiful decorations around him. Whenever he missed his grandson intensely, he would isolate himself from everyone and come quietly into the garden for fresh air.
He knew that if his doctors found him alone there, they would inform his children, and they would panic until they came to check on him. He did not want to disturb them, because they already visited him often and loved him dearly.
His greatest pain now was his grandson—the one he loved deeply—who was far away from him. He loved him more than even his own children.
His attention wandered over the flowers and the creatures in the garden, especially the peacocks and pigeons he loved watching.
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The strong fragrance of her perfume reached his nose before she arrived. He raised his eyes and looked at her, then turned his gaze away. His face held no warmth.
She approached him respectfully and greeted him.
He remained silent.
She realized something was wrong. She had never seen worry on his face before.
Softly she said,
“My lord, I didn’t see you inside, so I came to check on you. I brought fresh fruit.”
She placed the tray beside him.
He opened his mouth and said,
“Has Owais returned home?”
She smiled slightly.
“My lord, Owais isn’t in the country. Have you forgotten?”
He frowned.
“Oh… I forgot.”
She asked,
“Do you need anything?”
He shook his head.
“I don’t want anyone to know I’m in the garden.”
She nodded and left.
Her heart was heavy with worry.
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At the entrance hall, she met a young man about to leave.
He was tall, slim, and extremely fair, with no trace of African darkness in his skin. He wore white medical trousers, a white shirt, and a lab coat. His beautiful eyes were behind white glasses. His hair reached his neck.
“Jazz,” she called.
He stopped.
“What do you want? Injection or surgery?” he asked coldly.
She laughed.
“I just wanted to tell you… Obinna is in the garden. He looks worried.”
Immediately, his expression changed.
He removed his glasses and hurried toward the garden.
She smiled, knowing he would solve the old man’s problem.
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Jazz found him exactly as she had left him.
He said loudly,
“My old man! There’s no one like you in this world. I can fight anyone for your sake!”
Obinna smiled.
Jazz continued teasing him,
“You old people need pampering. Once you pass seventy, you start behaving like children. If you’re hungry, why not say so? Why isolate yourself here?”
Obinna burst into laughter.
Jazz held his hands and said gently,
“My dear, what is troubling you?”
Obinna closed his eyes.
“It’s Owais… I miss him. I never thought he would stay away this long.”
His eyes filled with tears.
Jazz said,
“He misses you too. He’s just busy.”
Obinna said,
“I want him at my birthday celebration. But I know he may not come.”
Jazz replied firmly,
“I promise you. I will bring him.”
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(Story continues…)
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Later that evening…
Aneelerh finished bathing baby Junaid.
He smiled and said,
“Mommy, Angel will come back.”
She froze.
“Who told you?”
He pointed to his heart.
She smiled sadly.
“I feel it too.”
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Meanwhile, in the Evil Forest…
They had spent one week inside the cave recovering.
Danish cared for them, hunted food, and treated their wounds.
Angel woke one morning and heard voices.
She ran outside.
They were alive.
All of them.
They laughed and played in the sunlight.
She fell to her knees and cried in gratitude to Allah.
They were finally free.
