Zain Abeed Book Complete Nimceyluv

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The freezing weather in Moscow did not prevent the Aeroflot-Plus flight from landing smoothly at Sheremetyevo Airport. The weather is too high; the pilot could barely see the landing guidance. Snow was falling incessantly. For an asthma patient, such extreme cold could be dangerously harmful and put them in a critical condition.
The airplane slowly taxied to a halt. Inside, passengers were busy unbuckling their seatbelts to disembark. Zain took a somewhat deep breath, pressing his hands together until they cracked with fatigue. He checked his watch; it was 1:15 AM. Gently, he stood up, slipped his hands into the pockets of his suit, and walked slowly toward the VIP section. He kept wondering why his twin hadn't come out yet. Is he alright, or what? Could the cold have affected his health?
Openly, he muttered, "Oh Lord, here is your servant." He gently pushed open the VIP door and stepped inside. He froze in his tracks upon seeing Abeed lying flat on a long couch. In fact, he showed no sign of getting up, as his eyes were closed, his arms crossed over his chest, and his breathing was slow. He was sleeping peacefully and looked very handsome in his sleep, with his fringe falling across his forehead like a woman's hair.
Zain stared at Abeed with eyes full of pure love and affection for his twin brother. He walked all the way to where Abeed was lying, reached out, and pulled Abeed's crossed arms away from his chest. Zain fell silent when he saw Abeed's chest rising, then slowly leaned his ear against Abeed's chest to figure out what was wrong with him and why he was breathing like that. Something is fishy; Abeed never sleeps inside an airplane.
He pulled his head back and softly said, "I don't know what is wrong with my Biyuni [twin]. He doesn't know what he's hiding. Is he hiding something from me? No! Abeed can't hide anything from me; he is my life and I am his life. He can't do that... seriously."
As he spoke, he picked up Abeed's iPhone and was deeply surprised to see 20 missed calls from Riya, who had been calling Abeed since they were in Nigeria, with none of his calls being returned. Filled with concern, Zain said, "Sorry Riya, In sha Allah I will cover for you." He slipped Abeed's phone into his pocket, whispering, "I love you, Biyunina."
Zain felt a movement and quickly turned around to lock eyes with Abeed. He noticed that while Abeed's eyes were naturally blue, they were now fiercely red. He kept quiet, trying to notice something, but couldn't quite figure it out. With a cheerful face, Zain asked, "When did you wake up?"
As if Abeed didn't want to speak, he slowly opened his mouth with difficulty, grimacing, and said in a slow voice, "From 'I love you,' Said." He said this as he stood up, unlocking his suit. Zain just smiled, respecting Abeed's heavy attitude. Even though they were born on the exact same day, hour, month, and year, sometimes Abeed treated him like a stranger.
Abeed shared his life with only three people who brought him joy: first, his twin brother Zain; second, Mai Martaba (The Royal/Monarch); and third, Naila.
Zain was tall, fair-complexioned with light eyes, an open face free of worry, whose only concern was his Biyuni. He hid nothing and was very approachable.
Abeed, on the other hand, had a strong personality and hated being watched unless he was on stage performing his music. He never lied and didn't even know how to do it; if he said "Yes, of course," he truly meant yes. No one dared lie to him. He was extremely fair-complexioned, with large blue eyes, and beautiful hair falling over his forehead—the very hair that distinguished Abeed from Zain, making it easy to tell who was who. Yet, to this day, there was something Abeed was hiding from Zain. What was it?
Abeed walked slowly into the airplane's toilet with his hands in his pockets. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, breathing with extreme difficulty. He didn't care if he lost his life, but if he did, what state would Zain fall into? That thought was what troubled Abeed further and kept him from sleeping, because medical tests showed that he had only five months left to live in this world.
Hearing silence, Zain knocked gently on the door and asked, "Hey my friend, is everything okay?"
Abeed stayed silent because a wave of nausea hit him. He rushed to the sink and began vomiting, half of which was blood. He washed his mouth and face thoroughly, then opened the door and came out. He walked past Zain quickly without stopping, doing so intentionally so Zain wouldn't suspect anything.
Zain just followed Abeed with his eyes. Just as Abeed was about to exit, Zain spotted Abeed's inhaler, shook his head, picked it up, and followed him. At the plane's exit stairs, he found Abeed standing with his head bowed down, his face tightly drawn and turning extremely red. Zain turned away and saw a white woman staring intently at Abeed. With a smile, Zain asked, "Can I call her?"
Abeed remained silent. Zain asked, "Shall we...?"
Only then did Abeed lift his white eyes—which were starting to return to normal—and stared fixedly at Zain, signaling that he needed something. Zain slapped his forehead, saying, "Ya Rabb, I almost forgot, wallahi." He reached into his pocket, took out a nice mask, stepped close to Abeed, and put the mask on him, asking, "How was your body? Didn't the cold bother you?"
Abeed closed his eyes, then opened them, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he noticed the white woman looking at him again. He placed his hand on Zain's shoulder, turned Zain around to face him, thereby hiding his face against his twin's body. He widened his white eyes, pulled a diamond ring from his finger, grabbed Zain's hand, and slipped it onto his finger. With a cute, faint smile and a voice so low like someone scared, he whispered, "You will replace mine."
He grabbed Zain's hand and led him toward a luxurious car parked in front of them. They both sat in the back, the driver loaded their luggage, got into the car, and drove them away from the airport.
Their car stopped at the Azimut Hotel Tulskaya, Moscow. Zain stepped out first, followed by Abeed, who still had his mask on along with dark glasses. Because their arrival was meant to be secret, Zain also put on a mask. Composedly, he took Abeed's hand and they walked into the hotel reception. Everything had already been arranged; Zain simply collected the keys and they went upstairs.
They stopped at Room 120. Zain unlocked it and they walked in. Looking at Abeed, Zain asked, "So what about your show? Which hall is it?"
Abeed, as he took off his shirt, replied, "I'm not going."
Surprised, Zain asked, "Pardon?"
Abeed picked up a bottle of cold water and was about to unscrew the cap to drink, but Zain quickly snatched it away without any sign of joking and said, "Are you out of your mind? Look at how your mouth is steaming from the extreme cold, and you want to drink that stupid water?"
Abeed shrugged with an "I don't care" attitude and reached for another bottle of water to drink. Again, Zain snatched it away angrily, raised his voice, and said, "Don't you remember that your health is failing? Did you forget your asthma issues?"
Abeed stepped back, sat on a chair, and breathed heavily for a long time before lifting his head to look at his Biyuni. Softly, he stood up and walked over to Zain, saying in a gentle voice, "Are you afraid of death? Then..."
Angrily, Zain interrupted, "Don't you ever mention death to me here! And of all people, death wants to take you? Wallahi, the day you wake up and you are no longer here, I swear I will lose my life on that very day too..."
Abeed just curled his lips and turned away without saying anything. Seeing how subdued Abeed's body had become, Zain quickly blocked his path. Abeed stopped walking abruptly, lifted his eyes, and locked gazes with Zain. Seeing Zain's eyes fill with tears made Abeed slightly widen his eyes and ask, "What again?"
Zain couldn't speak; he simply pulled Abeed into an embrace and said, "Stay with me, my Biyuni, stay with me, ABEDDEEN."
Abeed gave a painful smile, knowing that his brother had no idea what was troubling him. He alone knew the asthma affliction tormenting him. In his heart, he thought, "I must leave and go; I think my mother is calling me." Out loud, he said, "Love you."
Softly, Zain replied, "To the rest of my life."
After that, they both freshened up and went to sleep. Zain fell asleep full of worry, resolving to consult a top specialist about Abeed's illness.
The alarm on Abeed's phone rang first, causing Abeed to stir slightly. Slowly, he began to open his eyes, which felt heavy. He hadn't slept at all the previous night; whenever he remembered what Dr. Siya told him, everything inside him ground to a halt. He couldn't even think what was right or wrong.
He turned over, whispered a prayer, and fully opened his eyes before slowly pulling away the duvet covering him. He stood up, and just as he was about to step into the toilet, he turned back to look at Zain, who was still asleep. He walked back and gently tugged at Zain's toes as he usually did. Seeing Zain stir, Abeed went into the toilet. Zain also woke up and walked straight into another toilet.
Almost simultaneously, they dressed in soft white Arabian jallabiyas and headed to the hotel's mosque. After completing the prayer, they returned to their room.
Zain sat down on a chair and rapidly typed on his laptop. He was handling a major case—a criminal case involving armed robbery and murder. It was a super-high-stakes case, unlike any dangerous one he had ever handled. He lifted his eyes to look at Abeed, who was standing and pouring milk into a glass cup, and said, "I'm confused about something."
Abeed remained silent; somehow, he wasn't in the mood to talk. Finding the silence prolonged, Zain said, "Arrogant..."
Abeed shrugged, then slowly walked back, sat on the chair, and sipped his milk calmly. Only after finishing it completely did he gently look at Zain, stroke his beard, and ask, "What did you say?"
Zain made a face and said, "Stroke and feel it."
Abeed bit his lip slightly and said, "Sorry."
Abeed turned Zain's laptop toward himself and said, "Look, I already searched for everything I needed, but..."
Abeed asked, "But what?"
Zain replied, "Firstly, the person I suspect of masterminding the robbery is a prominent man. Secondly, the way a woman was used to execute the operation. Lastly, besides the robberies, this man has a thing for young girls, which is still the part I don't understand."
Abeed shrugged, stood up, and said, "You have to drop this criminal case."
Ever since they arrived, this was the first time Abeed had spoken at such length. Surprised, Zain asked, "Do you know what you're saying?"
Abeed closed his eyes and said, "Have you ever heard of me going mad?"
Zain smiled and said, "How would I know? I'm talking about something serious while you're talking nonsense."
Abeed stayed silent for a few minutes, then stood up, looked at Zain as if he wanted to speak, but kept quiet. Realizing that Abeed wanted to say something, Zain prompted, "Speak up, my friend. What's on your mind?"
Abeed opened his mouth and said in a very low voice, "You will replace me at the show."
"Why? After you've collected people's money, how can I sing when that's not my job?" Zain asked.
Abeed walked past him, saying, "Be ready; you are going in my place."
As Abeed tried to enter one of the bedrooms, Zain called out, "Oh! Hello, what if people find out that I am not Abeddeen Abdul-Jabbar Abbas?"
Straightforwardly, Abeed replied, "No one knows," and walked into the bedroom.
In the evening, as Zain sat watching TV, Abeed emerged wearing a dark blue floral jacquard one-button suit. Seeing him, Zain stood up, walked over, grabbed Abeed's wrist to put a watch on him, knelt to slip leather shoes onto his feet, and asked, "Where are you going?"
In a low voice, Abeed answered, "I have a meeting."
"Meeting?" Zain asked in surprise, adding, "When did you plan this?"
Abeed didn't speak. Seeing his stern expression, Zain said, "It's okay. You see the weather outside isn't good, so take good care of yourself, okay?"
As Abeed left the room, he replied, "I will."
In a remote area in the southern part of Katsina State, inside a luxurious private primary and secondary school for boys and girls, a class teacher was walking quickly. It was already late, yet the students hadn't come out of the classroom while everyone else in the school had left and gone home. What was wrong with them? They never understood what was good and what was wrong—"lazy babies," he thought to himself.
He walked into the classroom; it was silent with no noise at all. He scanned the room and spotted them sitting together, one drawing in her book and the other resting her head on the desk.
Surprised, the teacher called out, "SAIRAH!"
The one called Sairah put down her colored pencils and looked up at the teacher. She was a fair, beautiful girl; just by looking at her, you could tell she was Fulani. Her features resembled Kajol, and she had a divine mole right above her nose. She stared at him with wide eyes.
Seeing that, the teacher asked, "Haba twins, what did they do to you today?"
She remained silent. He then said, "Okay, wake up your twin sister."
Keeping her head down, Sairah slowly reached out to wake her, calling, "SARA! SARA! SARA!!"
Seeing her stir, Sairah pulled her hand back. The one called Sara opened her eyes. Subhanallah! Absolutely no one could tell Sairah and Sara apart; everything about them was identical, except for their divine moles—Sairah's was above her nose, while Sara's was below it. Such is the wonder of God Almighty, the Incomparable Creator who brings twins into the world from the same womb. His decree and power caused them to be born together, known as Tagwayen Asali (True Twins).
Sara closed her eyes and puckered her lips slightly, as she was someone who never let things slide, unlike Sairah, who possessed extreme patience.
The teacher asked, "Daddy's twins, what did they do to you today?"
Sara shot him a fierce glare and said in her tiny, fiercely sharp voice, "Heyyy! Shut up... and leave!"
Quickly, the teacher said, "Okay, actually your daddy is here to pick you up."
Without missing a beat, they both shouted in unison, "What? Daddy?"
Sara rushed ahead while Sairah picked up their school bags. He stood by his car, bundled up in heavy winter clothing with only his eyes visible. Seeing them, he flashed a loud smile and opened his arms wide. They both rushed into his embrace, saying, "We miss you a lot, Daddy."
He remained silent. Sairah got into the front passenger seat, Sara got in the back, and he drove them away from the school.
After driving a long distance, he bypassed the way home and took a different route. Sara, whose mouth never rested, asked, "Daddy, where are we going?"
Curtly, he replied, "Out."
While they were chatting, they fell silent and drifted off to sleep, waking up and falling asleep again. He drove deep into a very dark, terrifying wilderness, stopped the car, and stepped out. Quickly, he woke them up: "Sara, Sairah."
Almost simultaneously, they woke up and asked in surprise, "Daddy, this area isn't good. Let's go back home."
He stayed silent, pulled them into his arms, and held them tight for a long time before asking, "Who am I to you?"
Sara, who loved talking, replied, "You gave birth to us, Daddy. You are our big brother and our happiness."
Quickly, he said, "I am not your father. I have never fathered a child, let alone been blessed with twins like you. Sara, take care of your twin sister—your Biyuni. Take care of her; I am going to leave you here."
Loudly, Sairah cried out, "Daddy, right here? What if wild animals eat us?"
He said, "Nothing will happen to you. Your life inside this wilderness is better than the one you would have with me. I am not your father. I am leaving you here; God has ordained our parting."
With those words, he patted their heads, got into the car, and sped off. Sairah immediately burst into tears, clinging tightly to her sister. Sara, possessing a resilient and hardened heart, simply let out a deep sigh, her eyes turning fiercely red.
Daddy drove furiously, and hot tears began streaming down his face. He parked the car, broke down into a heavy, heart-wrenching cry, and sobbed, "Innalillahi wa'inna ilaihir raji'un... I lost my own children..."
They sat under the shade of a tree. Sara was completely out of it, having a coughing fit with blood pouring from her mouth. No matter how hard she tried to put on a brave face for Sairah and pretend everything was fine, she couldn't hide it.
In a panic, Sairah held Sara and asked, "What hurts, my twin?"
Sara took a labored breath and whispered, "Nothing, I just feel a heaviness in my chest. Stop crying, twin, nothing will happen to me. Your crying is my biggest worry." She grabbed Sairah's hand and wiped away the tears streaming down her face.
Sairah shook her head and said, "Haba twin, how can my mind be at ease? I haven't forgotten the time when we were in primary school and you collapsed while sick with kidney failure. Neither I nor Daddy knew. When we rushed to the hospital, the doctor said both your kidneys had completely failed. But a young man donated his own for you. We asked who he was, but the doctor said he didn't know him either. Because of him and God's help, you are alive today. Despite that, how can you expect me to stay calm? Or do you think you're the only one who loves me? Sara, we were born from the same womb; our love for each other has to be extraordinary. I love you, and I can't bear to lose you!" Sairah finished speaking, sobbing heavily.
Seeing how distressed Sairah was, Sara forced a brave smile, suppressing another wave of coughing, and said, "Haba twin, are you crying over this? I just coughed."
Sairah said, "No Sara, stop lying. Don't start lying now. What is wrong with you? Is it because Daddy left us here? You know he will definitely come back; he can't live without us. Maybe he had a reason for doing this."
Sara remained silent. Filled with bitter resentment, she no longer even wanted to hear the name of Daddy—the one who claimed to love and cherish them, yet turned his back on them today, leaving them exposed to kidnappers, armed robbers, and wild animals in the middle of the wilderness.
She looked at Sairah, who was resting quietly against her shoulder, taking deep breaths, and softly said, "Twin... Daddy is truly not our biological father."
Quickly, Sairah replied, "No, he is our daddy. He is the one who fathered us."
Sara adjusted her seating position and said, "Look twin, you know I never lie, right?"
Slowly, Sairah nodded.
Sara continued, "Good. As from today, we are going to stop using the name 'Daddy.' I promise you, I will be more to you than a father and a mother we lost before we were even born. I will bring you happiness even if I lose mine. Stop crying, you hear me? Nothing will happen to us except what God..."

Summary and Description

Summary

The story follows Zain and Abeed, a pair of identical twins who are deeply devoted to each other. Abeed is a reclusive, honest, and successful musical artist hiding a terminal illness—an advanced asthma condition leaving him with only five months to live—which he keeps secret from Zain. Meanwhile, Zain is a dedicated criminal defense lawyer taking on a high-profile, dangerous criminal case.
Simultaneously, the narrative introduces another set of twins, Sairah and Sara, who are abruptly abandoned in a dangerous wilderness by the man they believed was their father ("Daddy"), who subsequently experiences profound remorse. In the wilderness, Sara hides a severe, life-threatening medical condition (failing kidneys) from Sairah, recalling how a mysterious stranger previously saved her life by donating a kidney. Realizing their "father" has abandoned them, Sara vows to protect and be everything to Sairah.

Description

• Genre: Contemporary Fiction / Drama / Family Mystery
• Key Themes: Twin bonds, sacrifice, hidden illness, betrayal, and resilience.
• Tone: Emotional, suspenseful, and poignant.