Umm-e-Farwah's Inner (POV)
I often wonder... was I really that weak?
The beginning of my life was surrounded by darkness. Not just the darkness of night—but the kind that lives in your heart. I cried every morning, spent every night in fear. Every day brought a new kind of cruelty… and I just kept watching. I couldn't do anything. When Abid went missing… even then, I was helpless. Only tears. Only self-hate.
I remember… I stole once—yes, stole. Because I had no other way. I had no courage, no strength, just hunger… and a pain that never faded. The pain of being rejected by everyone, everywhere.
But then… two people came into my life. Baba… and Qasim brother
Baba(father) held me when I was completely broken. When I had no reason to live. He listened to me, understood me, embraced me… treated me like his daughter. He made me feel that I wasn't just someone breathing without purpose… I mattered to someone. Someone cared for me. I wasn't a burden anymore.
And then came Qasim brother
He changed my life. Not in just two days—but slowly, every day, every moment, he gave me a new kind of strength. Giving me a sword was just the beginning… after that, he taught me how to fight. Not just enemies—but my fears too.
He taught me how to escape when I feel trapped. How to solve the puzzle when nothing makes sense. He gave me books—not just to read, but to understand. He gave me education—not just of the world, but of faith too.
He explained every command of Islam, every Sunnah, every truth. Every word was filled with patience, every lesson with love.
And I… I never missed a chance.
I learned. With all my heart. Because if I had stayed weak even now… I would've remained that coward girl who only cries over the past and can't even protect her own brother.
But I'm not that girl anymore.
Now if someone even looks the wrong way at me or my brothers… I will gouge their eyes out.
Now if someone dares to touch my brother… I'll tear them apart.
I was the girl who used to sleep only in darkness. But now—I have become the light. For myself. For them. For Qasim bro For Baba.
And most of all… for me.
I'm not weak anymore.
I am Umm-e-Farwah.
And I'm ready.
Qasim's Inner (POV):
I've wielded a sword all my life. Won every battle, endured every wound. I've looked enemies straight in the eyes. Never stepped back.
But today… I feel something different. A strange kind of respect, a sense of pride—and not for myself, but for someone else.
Umm-e-Farwah…
She's not just my little sister. She's becoming an example.
I can't explain what I see in her. The strength I once had—now it's inside her. Maybe even more than I ever had.
I admit, I'm trained. I've been taught by men who was full of skills—who possess unmatchable skills and deadly techniques. I can fight under any condition.
But her. Umm-e-Farwah.
She has something else entirely.
Her strength isn't just in wielding a sword. It's in her mind. In her courage. In her intentions.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's true—she's become stronger than me. If I were to stand in front of her today, give it my all… it's possible I might still fall short.
She understands every strike. She feels every move. She hasn't just learned strategy—she lives it.
Umm-e-Farwah.
If only… if only I had come earlier. Maybe if I had taught her all this before, she would've stood up to Abdullah herself. Maybe… Abid would still be alive. Maybe things would've been different.
But time doesn't go backward. Still, time does give us a chance to begin something new.
And I didn't let that chance slip away.
Today, I'm teaching her everything I've learned in wars. Not just to survive. But to be free.
I'm not training her so she can take revenge. I'm training her so she never becomes a victim. Never again.
Today I'm teaching her how to fight with a sword. Tomorrow, she'll teach someone else. Today, I'm giving her the ability to protect. Tomorrow, she'll protect others.
The fire inside her isn't meant to destroy.
That fire exists to live. To fight. To never give up.
And I… Qasim… who once believed his life was confined to blood and battles—now I'm learning to live… because of her.
When I look at her… I forget myself.
In her eyes is a passion I've never seen before. She's not just my sister. She's the future strongest woman of Baghdad.
She is the kind of light that even the darkest shadows can't extinguish.
And I'm certain—one day, the world won't recognize her as Qasim's sister.
They'll say:
"That's Umm-e-Farwah."
And that… will be enough.
It is nighttime.
Umm-e-Farwah and her family are just about to begin dinner when suddenly—
Knock. Knock.
A loud knock echoes from the front door.
Everyone freezes for a moment.
Hammad stands up quickly. "I'll check," he says, walking toward the entrance.
He opens the door slowly… but there's no one outside.
Just the cold breeze of the night whispering through the silence.
Confused, Hammad steps outside and looks around—left, right, nothing.
But then—he notices something.
Lying on the ground near the doorstep…
a letter.
He frowns and bends down to pick it up.
There's no name written on the envelope—just plain paper.
Still puzzled, he walks back inside and heads straight to Qasim.
"Brother… there was no one at the door," he says softly. "But this… this letter was lying there."
Qasim takes the letter from Hammad's hand. His eyes narrow with suspicion.
"Show it to me," he says, almost in a whisper.
He carefully opens the folded paper.
His eyes move across the first line—
And there it is.
"This letter is for Qasim…"
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