He was lying on his large bed with his eyes closed, half-covered by a blanket, looking peaceful in his sleep. Suddenly, she burst into the room, shouting, "Uncle, uncle, uncle, Ghaisha wants to see you in the living room, uncle, uncle!" Raising her voice slightly. Gradually, he began to hear her voice in his sleep and slowly opened his clear eyes, which resembled those of a baby gazing at her as she approached the bed. She was very young, probably no more than 14 years old, fair-skinned but not very tall. Despite her young age, she already had a curvy figure, with noticeable hips and some emerging curves. She was very beautiful with large eyes and a long nose. At a glance, one could tell she was spoiled and demanding, as she pouted her small lips seeing him awake and yet saying nothing. He gave her a thorough look, then threw off the blanket covering him, revealing his long toes as he placed his feet on the ground and stood up without saying a word to her. Wow, indeed this man was very handsome. He was exceptionally good-looking, tall with broad shoulders, and had beautiful hair lying neatly on his head, an attractive sight. His whole body was well-toned like that of a bodybuilder. His face was equally remarkable, with a long nose, a well-shaped mouth that framed his face, and large eyes that looked like milk. Despite appearing to be about 48 years old, his well-maintained appearance and wealth concealed his age. He headed to his bathroom with an impressive stride that would capture anyone's attention. As he entered, the young girl left, still pouting. At the dining table, she found Abba, Ghaisha, and some small children, about four, along with one girl about her age. There were also two young women and three young men seated at the dining table. "So, what's wrong with you, drama queen, puffing your cheeks like that?" said one of the young women. She didn't respond, just found a seat and sat down, sulking. One of the young men smiled, shook his head, and said, "Jannat, what's wrong? Daddy's bride?" "It's uncle Shaheed; he ignored me when Ghaisha asked me to call him," she finished, almost in tears. "See, Harun, leave her alone. Everyone knows who Shaheed is. She’s just being dramatic," said Habibah, one of the young women. Zainab laughed and said, "Leave uncle Shaheed alone, Jannat. Daddy’s girl, don't you argue with your uncle?" "But we fought today," Jannat replied. "Oh, this girl, Jannat, causing trouble again?" "Aunty Jannat, where's the chocolate I left on your bed earlier?" one of the children asked. She didn't answer, just gave him a fierce look. "Maryam, leave her alone. Don't take all the punishment; she’s not in the mood today," said Ghaisha. Before anyone else could speak, they heard his authoritative and classy steps, like those of a king. Everyone looked up at him, admiring their handsome older brother. "Good morning, Abba," he greeted. "Morning, Shaheed. Did you sleep well?" "Very well, Alhamdulillah," he replied, planting a kiss on Ghaisha's forehead. She smiled lovingly at her son and said, "My dear, did you sleep well?" "Very well," he confirmed. Then his younger siblings started greeting him. "Morning, yah Shaheed, Morning, yah Shaheed, Morning, Daddy," said some of the children.