Taehyung pov
I ignored him and head to the room, the soft hum of hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses growing fainter with each step.
I pushed open the door to the meeting room, and a warm golden light spilled out. But what I saw made my inner feel hesitation. Valencia was sitting on her boyfriend's lap, and they were in a compromising position. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel they both suddenly stud up feeling ashamed.
I approached them, my eyes fixed on Valencia.I choked up her face. "Now, now, tell me," I said, my voice low and menacing, "how dare you touch me?" Her boyfriend looked at me in shock, asking, "Taehyung, what are you doing? Are you in your senses?"
I released Valencia's face. My eyes flashed with anger as I turned to her boyfriend, Rob. "You know what she did?" I sneered, my voice dripping with venom. "She slept with me without asking me." Rob's face contorted in shock, and he turned to Valencia, demanding, "Is this true?" Valencia looked down, her eyes filled with hesitation.
As I know they both went on a fight now.i feel like I have completed my mission.
She glanced up at me, and I smirked at her, my eyes glinting with malice. The sound of my phone buzzing in my pocket broke the silence, but I ignored it. I turned and walked out of the room, the soft click of the door closing behind me echoing through the hallway.
AUTHOR'S POV;
The ocean waves caressed the shore, their gentle melody a soothing serenade to the soul. The cool air danced on the skin, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the promise of serenity. Taehyung stood at the riverbank, his eyes closed, allowing the symphony of nature to wash over him.
But despite the peaceful ambiance, his mind was a maelstrom of thoughts. The weight of his responsibilities, the tension that had become his constant companion, all threatened to consume him. He opened his eyes, and his gaze fell upon the ducks gliding effortlessly across the river. He looked up at the sky, and his eyes welled up with tears.
His ocean eyes, once bright and sparkling, now felt dull and lifeless. Taehyung took a deep breath, and his mind whispered the same questions it always did: When would I find peace? When would I be free from the burdens that weighed my down? Why was my life always shrouded in sadness?
The thoughts swirled in his mind like a vortex, until the ringing of his phone pierced the air. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, his voice low and husky. "Hello."
Maid: "Taehyung sir, your grandmother is on her way. She'll arrive in 15 minutes,"
a voice said on the other end.
Taehyung's expression remained impassive as he replied, "Okay." He ended the call, his eyes drifting back to the home.
...
It was a free period, and Azlin and Hazel had snuck away to the cozy recording room. The soft hum of the audio equipment and the gentle glow of the lamps created a warm and intimate atmosphere. They sat together on a floor azlin was set to wall while hazel was sitting in front of her, munching on crispy French fries and gossiping in hushed tones. The salty scent of the fries wafted through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the machine in the corner.
Hazel's eyes sparkled like diamonds as she broke the news
Hazel: "Rapunzel(nickname of azlin), the university accepted your scholarship! You're going to Japan for studies!"
Azlin's face lit up with a bright smile, and she let out a squeal of delight.
But Hazel's expression quickly turned somber, her brow furrowing in concern. Hazel:"So, you'll be leaving me how I will live without you."
Hazel said, her voice tinged with sadness, her words barely above a whisper.
Hazel: "How will I live without you Rapunzel?"
The room seemed to grow quieter, as if the shadows themselves were listening to their conversation.
Azlin's face softened in empathy, her eyes filled with compassion.
Azlin: "I know, I don't want to leave you either, but I have to take this opportunity." Hazel's eyes drooped, and Azlin quickly changed the subject.
Azlin: "Hey, enough about that.okay so Tell me, what's your biggest dream?"
Azlin's voice was like music, gentle and soothing.
Hazel raised an eyebrow, amused by Azlin's attempt to distract her.
Hazel: "You think you can just change the subject like that?"
Azlin persisted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, her voice filled with excitement. Azlin: "Come on, Hazel, tell me!"
Hazel's face broke into a smile, and she leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
Hazel: "Fine... My biggest dream is to be with you for the rest of my life. I want us to stay together, always."
The words hung in the air like a promise.
Azlin's face lit up with delight, her eyes shining like stars.
Azlin:"Aww, oh my sweetheart!"
She flung her arms around Hazel, pulling her into a tight hug. The scent of Azlin's perfume, a sweet blend of roses and vanilla, filled Hazel's senses. "I love you, my girl, my buddy! Insha'Allah, we'll stay together and be best friends forever!" The room seemed to warm up with their affection, and Hazel's smile could light up the entire space.
Azlin glanced at her wristwatch, the soft tick-tock a reminder that their time together was limited.
Azlin: "Come on, Hazel, let's go!"
Azlin helped Hazel gather her things, and azlin stud up forcely stand up hazel tooking her hand they walked out of the room together, the sound of their laughter echoing down the hallway.
...
Taehyung and his grandmother, Miss Betül, sat down at the dinner table, the aroma of steaming lot of dishes savory filling the air. Miss Betül's eyes sparkled with warmth as she asked, "How's your business going, son?"
Taehyung's face lit up with enthusiasm.
Taehyung:"Yes, grandma, I've been working on new food products. We're developing unique kimchi, twigim, and kimbap sauces with distinct flavors that set them apart from regular sauces."
Just as Taehyung was about to elaborate, his phone rang, shrill and insistent. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening as he saw Haroon's name. He answered quietly, listening intently.
Suddenly, Taehyung's face contorted in anger, his eyes blazing with fury. He slammed his hand on the table, making Miss Betül jump.
Taehyung: "What... what are you saying?" he growled.
Miss Betül's face creased with concern.
Miss Betül: "What happened, Ibrahim? Is everything okay?"
She stood up, her voice trembling.
Taehyung's face twisted in a snarl.
Taehyung: "I'm coming."
He cut the call and turned to leave, but Miss Betül grasped his wrist, her eyes brimming with tears.
Miss Betül: "What happened, Ibrahim? Tell me, son. Why are you so angry?"
she implored, her voice cracking.
Taehyung's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with a fierce determination.
Taehyung: "We've found the murderer."
He shook off Miss Betül's grip and strode out of the room, leaving his grandmother standing alone, her body shuddering with sobs.
Outside, Haroon waited by the car, his face somber. Taehyung approached him, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
"Tell me, Haroon."
he growled, his voice low and menacing.
Haroon handed him a sheaf of papers, and Taehyung's eyes scanned the contents, his face darkening with each passing moment.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his voice cold and detached.
Taehyung: "Bring Burak Ahmed at the Underworld portion."
His eyes burned with a fierce anger
, his jaw clenched in a determined snarl. Revenge simmered in his veins, waiting to be unleashed.
AUTHOR'S POV;
Azlin was busily cleaning the table, her hands moving deftly as she wiped away crumbs and spills. Aylin was dusting the furniture, her movements graceful as she twirled the duster around the intricate carvings. Shahmeer(younger brother of azlin) , meanwhile, was hunched over his books, his brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled to complete his homework.
Shahmeer looked up, his eyes pleading for help.
Shahmeer:"Noona, help me slice through this question!"
Azlin smiled, finishing up her cleaning before making her way over to Shahmeer. Azlin: "Okay, I'm coming!"
she said, plopping down beside him in the chair.
Azlin: "Show me which question you're stuck on."
Just as Azlin was about to take a look, a knock at the door interrupted them. Azlin's head jerked up, her eyes meeting Aylin's in a questioning glance. Aylin got up to answer the door, a smile spreading across her face as she called out,
Aylin: "Who's there?"
The door swung open, revealing a tall, handsome soldier standing in the doorway. Aylin's face lit up with a radiant smile as she exclaimed.
Aylin: "OPPA! Come in!" The two of them hugged warmly, Aylin's eyes shining with happiness.
Aylin's voice carried across the room, loud and excited.
"Unnieee...azlin...rapunzel, look who's here!"
Azlin's curiosity was piqued, and she got up to see who had arrived. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of Bilal, her brother, standing in the doorway.
Azlin's face broke out into a wide smile as she rushed over to Bilal, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.
Azlin: "OPPA, you come finally!"
she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy.
Bilal chuckled, kissing Azlin's forehead before entering the house. Miss Asma, their mother, emerged from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face. The family gathered around Bilal, hugging him warmly and welcoming him home. Bilal had just arrived on a two-week vacation from his military service, and the family was overjoyed to have him back.
Azlin sat beside Bilal on the plush couch, her eyes shining with excitement.
Azlin: "Oppa, I miss you so much!"
she exclaimed, snuggling into his side.
Aylin sat down on the other side of Bilal, and Shahmeer settled in on the carpet, gazing up at his siblings with adoration. Miss Asma, their mother, smiled warmly from her chair, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched her children interact.
Asma reminded them.
Asma: "Girls, your brother has come after a month, and you don't ask him anything. Azlin, bring him a glass of water quickly."
Azlin jumped up, apologizing.
Azlin: "Oh, sorry Eomma, I forgot about it." She hurried to the kitchen, the sound of her footsteps echoing through the hallway.
As she returned with a glass of water, Aylin suddenly spoke up, her voice filled with excitement.
Aylin: "Oppa, you know our rapunzel has received the scholarship letter!"
Bilal's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed,
Bilal: "Mashallah, mashallah! Congratulations, my dear sister!"
He stood up, opening his arms to Azlin, who had just handed him the glass of water.
Azlin's face lit up with a bright smile as Bilal hugged her tightly, congratulating her on her achievement.
Bilal: "Now my sister will become a doctor," he whispered, his voice filled with pride.
...
Burak sat calmly, watching as a dirty cloth moved across the table, cleaning up the remnants of his meal. The scent of stale coffee and greasy food wafted. Suddenly, two men appeared, their presence unexpected. The door swung shut behind them, causing the bell above it to let out a faint jingle.
"Are you Mister Burak Ahmed?" one of them asked, their tone firm and low, like a distant rumble of thunder.
Burak's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking between the two men. "Yes."
The men exchanged a brief glance, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. One of them stepped forward, his shoes scraping against the floor. "You need to come with us."
Burak's expression turned wary, his mind racing with questions.
"Why? What's happened? Where are you taking me?"
He tried to stand up, but before he could react, one of the men grabbed his arms, holding him firmly in place. Burak struggled to break free, but it was no use. The man's grip was like a vice, the other man also grad his other arm his fingers digging deep into Burak's skin.
The men dragged him out of the restaurant.
They shoved him into a waiting black car.The doors slammed shut behind him, and the car sped away.
...
Bilal looked up at his mother, Asma, with curious eyes as they stood in the warm, cozy living room.
Bilal: "Eomma, where's Appa?"
his voice tinged with a hint of concern as he tugged on Asma's hand.
Asma smiled reassuringly, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
Asma: "He's at the restaurant today. He has the day off from the service station so he is in restaurant today."
Bilal's face lit up with understanding as he nodded, his dark hair bobbing up and down. "Oh, I see."
Asma began to gather her things, the sound of her keys jingling in her purse filling the air.
Asma: "Okay, son, I'm going to head to the restaurant to help him out."
Bilal's eyes sparkled with excitement as he grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door.
Bilal: "I'm coming with you!"
Asma chuckled, ruffling Bilal's hair.
Asma: "Son, aren't you tired? Why don't you take a rest first?"
But Bilal was insistent, his face set in determination.
Bilal: "I'm fresh, I'm not tired!"
he exclaimed.
Asma smiled, relenting.
Asma: "Okay, let's go together then."
Just then, Aylin walked into the room, her hair tied up in a messy bun.
Aylin:"Where are you both off to?"
she asked, eyeing her mother and brother curiously as she flopped down onto the couch.
Asma: "We're heading to the restaurant."
Aylin's face lit up.
Aylin: "Eomma, wait for me!"
Asma turned to her.
Aylin: "Oh, girl, you want to come too?"
Aylin shook her head, grabbing her backpack from the floor.
Aylin: "No, I need to go to my friend's place to get some notes ,her house is on the way to restaurant."
Asma nodded.
Aylin: "Okay, come on then, hurry up!"
Aylin nodded, dashing off to the door.
Aylin: "Okay, one minute! I just need to grab my coat and shall!"
she called out, her voice fading as she disappeared out the door.
Asma smiled, watching her children with a warm sense of love and contentment.
...
Burak stepped out of the black car and onto the dimly lit streets of the underworld. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and corruption. He was immediately flanked by two burly men, their faces expressionless.
Burak's world went dark as a scarf was tied around his eyes.
He was dragged through the underworld business portion, unable to see where he was going. The sounds of murmured conversations and shuffling footsteps filled his ears.
Finally, he was shoved into a chair, and the ropes were tied around his wrists and ankles. The scarf was ripped off his eyes, and Burak blinked in the dim light.
The room was small and sparse, with only a single light source hanging in the center. Burak's eyes adjusted slowly, and he made out the figure of a young man standing in the light.
The man was tall, with broad shoulders, and he wore a long black coat that seemed to swallow him whole. But it was his face that Burak couldn't see, hidden as it was in the shadows.
"Who are you?"
Burak demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Why have you brought me here? What do you want from me?"
The young man didn't respond. Instead, he took a step closer to Burak, his movements fluid and menacing. As he moved into the light, Syed's eyes widened in shock.
"What you want from me...?" he stuttered.
Taehyung's face was still hidden, but Burak could sense his gaze on him.
Taehyung: "So you know me or not or should I introduce myself,"
he said, his voice low and gravelly.
He swallowed hard.
"I've heard a lot about you. You're known for killing innocent people. So you are that mafia huhh..."
T
aehyung was known as mafia but it was just a blame on him he didn't kill anyone nor he didn't do anything wrong, his enemies were involved in smuggling young kids and adults through juices and snacks and when taehyung show their real face to world so they start blaming taehyung for smuggling but taehyung didn't disagree he did accept the name as mafia proudly nor he gave explanation to people's about it.
Taehyung's expression didn't change, but Burak could sense a flicker of amusement.
Burak's eyes locked onto Taehyung's, and he felt a shiver run down his spine.
Burak: "I know you want to kill me,"
he said, his voice firm. "You want to kill me for money."
Taehyung's face was still hidden, but he could sense his anger. He took a step closer, his movements menacing.
Taehyung: "Look at me," he growled.
Taehyung: "You don't know who I am."
Burak's eyes were locked onto Taehyung's, and he felt a sense of trepidation. And then, Taehyung's face was revealed, and Burak was still confused.
Taehyung: "I am the son of Kim Muhammad Yusaf, the leader of the Kyrgyz tribe, I am the son of Fatima. Don't you remember me? I am the son of the thesetwo people whom u kill with your own hands."
Burak's eyes went wide, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. All he could do was stare at Taehyung, his mind reeling with shock and horror.
Burak's eyes were wide with shock and horror as he stared at Taehyung. He ashamed what he was hearing. He had never intended for things to go this far.
"How...how did you find me?"
Burak stuttered, trying to keep his voice steady.
Taehyung's face twisted into a cold smile.
Taehyung: "And now, you're going to pay for what you did."
Burak felt a surge of fear as Taehyung took a step closer to him. He was trapped, with no way to escape. He knew he had to think fast if he wanted to get out of this alive.
he begged, trying to appeal to whatever humanity was left in Taehyung.
"You misunderstood I didn't do anything... It was just a mistake"
Taehyung's smile grew wider. "A mistake?" he repeated. "You call killing my family a mistake?"
Burak felt a wave of despair wash over him. He knew he was doomed.
Taehyung's eyes seemed to bore into Burak's soul as he pressed the pistol against his head. Burak felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead as he stared up at Taehyung.
Taehyung: "There is no mercy in my vocabulary," Taehyung hissed, his voice dripping with venom.
Burak closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. But just as the trigger was about to be pulled, a loud voice echoed through the room.
...
Asma pushed open the door to the restaurant, a warm smile spreading across her face.
Asma: "Burak, where are you?"
she called out, her voice echoing off the walls.
Bilal trailed behind her, his eyes scanning the empty restaurant. Asma hung up her coat and Bilal wandered into the kitchen, calling out,
Bilal: "Appa, where are you?"
But there was no response. Bilal emerged from the kitchen, a look of concern etched on his face.
Asma: "Eomma, he's not in the kitchen."
Asma's smile faltered, and she felt a thread of worry weave its way into her mind.
"He must be upstairs," she said, trying to sound calm.
But Bilal's search of the upstairs area yielded nothing. He came back down, his face scrunched up with concern. "Eomma, he's not upstairs."
Asma: "What are you saying he must here."
Asma's worry blossomed into full-blown fear. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead, and her heart began to race.
She went here and there calling out Syed but there was no response
Asma: "Oh no, something's happened to him," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Bilal's face fell, and he rushed to his mother's side. "Eomma, sit down," he said, guiding her into a chair.
Asma's eyes were wide with fear, her mind racing with terrible possibilities.
Bilal: "he must be gone for grocery." she muttered, trying to stand up.
Asma: "No son I know him never leave the like that."
But Bilal held her back. "Eomma, don't worry. He probably just went out for groceries or something. I'll go ask the neighbor shops if they've seen him."
Asma nodded, trying to calm down. But she couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
AZLIN'S POV;
I sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by the comforting familiarity of my art supplies. The canvas in front of me was a blank slate, waiting for the strokes of my brush to bring it to life. I was lost in thought, my mind consumed by the intricate patterns and swirls of Arabic calligraphy.
The sudden ringing of my phone broke the spell, and I reached out to answer it. Azlin:"Assalamualaikum,"
I said, my voice automatic.
Hazel's voice was warm and familiar on the other end of the line.
Hazel: "Walikumsalam, Azlin. Where are you? You didn't come to university today."
I smiled, feeling a twinge of guilt.
Azlin: "Yeah, I was busy. I didn't have any assignments or lectures, and Bilal came over today, so I was busy with him."
Hazel's voice was understanding.
Hazel: "Oh, I see. Well, you will come to university tomorrow, right?"
I nodded, even though Hazel couldn't see me.
Azlin: "Yes, I will. I need to submit that form."
Hazel's laughter was like music on the other end of the line.
Hazel: "Okay, see you tomorrow then! What are you doing now?"
I glanced down at my canvas, feeling a surge of excitement.
Azlin: "I'm painting another canvas."
Hazel's curiosity was palpable.
Hazel: "Oh, so what are you making today?"
I smiled, feeling proud of my work.
Azlin: "I'm making a set of three canvases with Allah's names
ٱلْمَلِكُ
AL-MALIK
The King and Owner of Dominion
ٱلْقُدُّوسُ
AL-QUDDUS
The Absolutely Pure
ٱلْسَّلَامُ
AS-SALAM
The Perfection and Giver of Peace
for the restaurant."
Hazel's voice was full of admiration.
Hazel: "Oh, waoow mashallah it sounds so interesting! But why can't I draw anything?"
I giggled
Azlin: "You're an actress, Hazel! You have talent to do everything, but you just have no interest in painting."
Hazel's laughter was infectious.
Hazel: "Okay, okay, enough Miss Punzel!"
I giggled again, feeling happy.
Azlin: "You first converted my name to Rapunzel, and now what is this Punzel!"
Hazel's voice was teasing.
Hazel: "Sorry, Miss! I was just joking."
I smiled, feeling grateful for my friend. Azlin :"Okay, go now! You're late already. Allah Hafiz."
Hazel's voice was warm.
Hazel: "Allah Hafiz, my dear Punzel."
I rolled my eyes, laughing.
Azlin: "Go, Hazel! You're really late!"
AUTHOR'S POV;
Burak's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his sweat-drenched hair clinging to his forehead. Taehyung's hand pressed against the wall, his gun trembling in his other hand. His head hung low, his eyes fixed on the floor.
As Taehyung raised his gun, pointing it at burak, his face contorted in anguish. His finger hovered over the trigger, but something about burak's broken demeanor stayed his hand.
Taehyung's arm dropped, and he let out a roar of frustration, slamming his fist against the wall. The sound echoed through the room, and Jungkook, Haroon, and the bodyguards rushed in from outside.
Jungkook approached Taehyung cautiously, concern etched on his face.
Jungkook: "Taehyung, are you okay?"
he asked softly.
Taehyung stood frozen, his back to Jungkook, his head in his hands. He was shaking, his body wracked with sobs. Jungkook carefully pried the gun from Taehyung's hand and tucked it under his jacket.
Jungkook: "Taehyung, everything is okay," Jungkook cooed, trying to calm him down. "Don't be panic."
Taehyung slowly raised his head, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and turned to face burak, his eyes blazing with a fierce determination.
Taehyung: "I'm not going to kill you easily," Taehyung spat, his voice venomous.
Taehyung: "I'll make you suffer."
With a curt nod, Taehyung summoned his bodyguards.
Taehyung: "Take him," he growled.
As the guards moved to untie Syed, Haroon burst into the room, his eyes wide with alarm.
Haroon: "What are you doing, Taehyung? You're letting him go?"
Taehyung's expression was unyielding. "I know what I'm doing," he said coldly.
Haroon: but...
Without listening another word, Taehyung turned and strode out of the room, leaving Haroon looking worried and confused. Jungkook clapped a reassuring hand on Haroon's back and followed Taehyung out of the room.
Jungkook caught up to Taehyung in the hallway, his long strides easily matching Taehyung's.
Jungkook: "Taehyung, what's going on?" Jungkook asked, his voice low and concerned.
Taehyung didn't slow down, his eyes fixed on some point ahead.
Taehyung: "I'm taking care of it, Jungkook" he said curtly.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed.
"Taking care of it? What does that mean?"
Taehyung's jaw clenched, his face set in a determined expression.
Taehyung: "It means I'm going to make Burak pay for what he did,"
he said, his voice dripping with venom.
Jungkook's grip on Taehyung's arm tightened.
Jungkook: "Taehyung, stop what on your mind," he said, his voice urgent.
But Taehyung shook him off, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.
Taehyung: "You don't understand, You don't know what it's like to lose everything, I just want piece everywhere I am going to take a big step."
he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
Jungkook's face softened, his eyes filled with compassion. "Taehyung, what you mean" he said, his voice gentle.
But Taehyung just shook his head, his face set in a determined expression. "I am already depressed." he said, his voice firm.
And with that, Taehyung turned and walk to the car.
...
The black car screeched to a halt on the deserted road, the sudden stop throwing Burak forward. The door swung open, and a rough hand grasped Syed's arm, yanking him out of the car.
Burak landed hard on the asphalt, the wind knocked out of him. He struggled to catch his breath as the car door slammed shut behind him. The black car sped away, leaving Syed alone and vulnerable on the empty road.
The silence was oppressive, the only sound the distant hum of a lonely engine. Syed slowly picked himself up, his body aching from the rough treatment. He looked around, but there was nothing to see - just a long, empty stretch of road disappearing into the darkness.
Burak's heart sank, a cold dread creeping up his spine. He was alone, and completely at the mercy of Taehyung's mercy. And Burak knew that Taehyung's mercy was a luxury he could no longer afford.
...
Asma sat on the chair, her eyes fixed on Bilal as he stood by the window, his phone pressed to his ear. Bilal's face was set in a determined expression, his jaw clenched in concern.
"Eomma, we have to call the police," Bilal said, his voice firm.
Bilal: "It's already night and Appa didn't come back."
Asma's eyes widened in alarm, her face pale with fear.
Asma: "No, no, we can't," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Bilal's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical.
Bilal: "Why not?" he asked, his voice firm.
Asma's hands fluttered nervously, her eyes darting around the room.
Asma: "We...we just can't, Bilal." she begged, her voice cracking.
But Bilal's face was set in a determined expression.
Bilal: "No, Eomma. I need to know what's going on?"
he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bilal: is that...
Asma's face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Asma: "Bilal, I...I don't know," she sobbed.
Bilal's eyes widened in alarm, his face pale with fear.
Bilal: "Eomma, what's going on? Tell me, is this that...!" he demanded, his voice shaking.
Asma's body shook with sobs, her words barely intelligible.
Asma: "I...I think they found us, Bilal. I think they find us"
she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.