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FIONA (eBook)

LOVE BEYOND GOODBYE

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2025
157 Seiten
Musfeq Salehin (Verlag)
978-1-0671526-3-5 (ISBN)

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Fiona (Love Beyond Goodbye) is a story of love that refuses to end, even when life itself tries to tear it apart.
Fiona, fragile yet brave, fights for one more chance at tomorrow as her heart begins to fade. Standing beside her is Shan - the man who loves her beyond reason, beyond fear, and beyond his own life.


As Fiona's world grows smaller, Shan fills it with hope, laughter, and memories strong enough to hold her together. But love demands the greatest sacrifice, and soon Fiona must face the truth written between every heartbeat:
some angels walk beside us only long enough to save us.


A tale of devotion, loss, and a promise that survives even after goodbye, Fiona (Love Beyond Goodbye) captures the tenderness of a love too pure to die and too powerful to forget.

The speech


 

When I woke up this morning, I got a call from my publisher, Mathew. After hearing the news, I was very excited. I phoned my brother’s best friend, James, and told him that I am coming to JHB this evening. Hearing the news, he seemed very excited too. He told me he would pick me up at the airport.

My husband came into the room. When I told him what had happened, he was very excited and happy. He asked me if the whole family could come with us too.

I said, “Let me phone the publisher and find out,” I took my phone and called my publisher.

“Hi Mathew, sorry to disturb you, dear.”

“It’s okay, Jasmine, what’s up? How can I help you, my honorable author?”

“Don’t say it that way, dear, I feel embarrassed. I’m just an author, and you helped me achieve this success.”

“No, Jasmine, that’s not true. I’ve been in this industry for thirty years, but you pulled the trigger much faster. I’m fortunate to have published your book, my dear sister.”

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity, Mathew. Listen, my family members want to join me. Is that possible?”

“Of course! How many of you are coming?”

“We are almost thirteen.”

“Sure, I’ll arrange passes for twenty. If you need more, please tell me, so I can get them from the National Library.”

“That’s enough, brother, thank you, Mathew. I really appreciate it very much.”

Looking at my husband, I said, “No, they can’t go. You can go to JHB, but not to the auditorium,” I tried to tease him.

I saw his face drop. I held him and said, “Stupid hubby, we all are going.”

“Are you sure, honey?”

“Of course, my dear husband. Go tell everyone to get ready. Are you buying the tickets?”

“Buy it, my love,” he said softly, pulling out his old, worn-out wallet from his pocket. He took out the bank card and placed it gently in my hand, “Buy first class for us, my love. I’ll go tell everyone to get ready.”

That wallet... it’s aged and torn, yet he refuses to replace it. Not because he can’t—but because of the story it holds. Because of the person who handed it to him long ago. A person who mattered to both of us.

He once told me, “Every time I look at this wallet, it reminds me of a promise… a moment I can never forget.”

 

I remember that day. Tension in the air. Words laced with fierce love and quiet warning.

“You can have everything I own… but if you ever hurt my little Jas, I won’t spare you. I swear—I’ll put every bullet I have into you.”

I was trembling, “You can’t say that. I love him,” I pleaded.

“I know,” came the soft reply, “And I love you. No one will hurt you—not while I’m breathing.”

But my husband didn’t back away. His voice was steady, “I love her too. I’ll never hurt your Jas.”

The man stepped forward, eyes full of something deeper than anger. He placed a hand gently on my head, looked at my husband, and said, “Then you’ll have everything in my power.”

I couldn’t hold back, “I love you,” I whispered, trying not to cry.

That was the day everything changed. That was the day the wallet stopped being just a wallet. Since then, he’s carried it like a vow in his pocket—a silent reminder.

He tells me, “It aches my heart when I see it… but it reminds me to keep my word.”

And he has. Always. He became the kind of man I prayed for—gentle, loving, present. If I ask him to sit without a reason, he simply sits. No questions. No hesitation.

“I promised,” he says, “and I’ll keep that promise… until I take my last breath.”

 

I phoned James again and told him that we are all coming, so he should try to hire a microbus and book a lodge near him. Though he didn’t agree at first, I pushed him to accept it. I saw everyone excited—they were all very happy.

What more do I need than to witness the best moments of my life? To see my family super excited for my achievement? The more important thing is this is the story of the person whom I loved much more than any of my family members. A whole family together, heading to JHB.

It took us three and a half hours to reach JHB. Brother James was waiting right in front of the arrival gate. He was shocked to see everyone.

My husband hugged him and asked if everything was sorted. He said yes, he had found a lodge for three thousand five hundred per night for three days. That was great. We left the airport for the lodge.

We had some takeaway for our dinner. James couldn’t let me pay. He left after we settled into our rooms. We all went to sleep early because tomorrow was a big day in my life—a moment that might live longer and we might be remembered by the readers.

I woke up at nine AM. By then, everyone was already awake. I got dressed with the help of my personal dress advisor—my beloved husband. Since I got married to him, he takes care of many things for me. One of them is my dress codes. He even chooses clothing for me too. My brother used to do that, but since I got married, he shifted it to my husband.

 

James arrived with a microbus at eleven AM. We all got in and left for the National Library auditorium.

As we arrived, I saw Mathew and three of his assistants waiting outside. He came forward and greeted us. We followed him inside. We were given seats in the front row left corner—only me, my husband was allowed to sit on stage with the minister, Mathew and two more guys. It felt pleasant to be recognized by the VIPs who were there.

 

The program started at 12:30 PM. Around 1:15 PM, I was called to receive an award from the honorable Minister of Education. That moment was the best in my life.

The minister said, “She deserves this. Even though I don’t cry easily, but this lady... she made me cry. A writer who can tell a simple love story with so much emotion—I couldn’t control my tears. That night, when my wife saw me crying, she teased me. But later, she cried too. Honey, we are on the same boat.” He looked at an elderly lady sitting in the front row with two teenagers.

“Mrs. Jasmine, my wife wishes to meet you. Will you have some time to visit my home?” He turned to his wife again, “Honey, what do you say?”

She lifted her head and answered, “Anytime she can.”

The minister looked at me and said, “That’s my wife, Mrs. Jasmine, and I would be honored if you accept my personal invitation.”

I greeted the lady and said, “I will, sir.”

The minister shook my hand and then walked back to his seat.

Mathew got up and started speaking, “When I first got this script from my manager, I was busy with many books. So, I told him to check it himself. But then he said he already had, and he was eager to publish it.

“I looked at him and asked, ‘Are you really that confident? Impressive. For the first time in twenty years, you made a quick decision.’

He said, ‘This book will make you feel all the love.’

“I started scrolling through the pages, and I got stuck on a scene where they are both walking toward the ICU. In that moment, tears fell from my eyes. Before I try to hide,

“My manager said, ‘Boss, you’re crying.’

I said, ‘Go publish it immediately. I will buy the first copy.’

“Believe me, as a publisher, I had never been so emotional. But Fiona made me cry too. The good thing is my whole family and relatives got their own copies. That means only my family, relatives, and friends bought over eighty copies of Fiona. Even my manager bought a few for himself and his family.”

James looked at him and gives a thumbs up.

He continues, “Thank you, Jasmine, for giving me the opportunity to publish this book. I am truly honored. Mathew Books is honored.

“And now, we are proud to inform you that Fiona will soon be launched as a film. Many readers have emailed us about it. I will produce the film myself. We will choose the characters for the film very carefully, so Fiona will remain a history in human life as a symbol of true love. A love that never faded.

“Thank you all for voting Fiona the best book of the year. Jasmine, do you have anything soon for publishing? You know we will be waiting. Thank you, everyone, again.”

Then he handed me the mic. I was asked to say something, but I was scared. For the first time, I was standing on a stage surrounded by so many honorable people. But I had to say something.

I said, “Thank you very much to all my readers, my family, and my publisher, Mathew. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here. Thank you very much, honorable minister, for encouraging me to write more books and for giving me this award. Fiona, I love you.”

The minister and Mathew stood up and came to hug me while others were clapping.

I started, “To all my readers who embraced this story, who voted for Fiona: Love Beyond Goodbye to be adapted into a film—thank you. My deepest gratitude goes out to each one of you. I am grateful to the Almighty Allah for this moment.

I never imagined it would become something significant, that people would love it so much. I am not an author, nor did I ever dream of being one. Me and books—we always had some quiet distance.” I laughed in shyness, revealing a truth to the world.

But when life took an unexpected turn, when love and pain intertwined in ways I never thought possible, I felt an unshakable need to write. I wanted to tell the world about someone. To pour out the emotions that consumed me- the love I felt for Fiona, the...

Erscheint lt. Verlag 14.12.2025
Sprache englisch
Themenwelt Literatur Romane / Erzählungen
Schlagworte emotional love story • Heart breaking romance • Inner fears and hopes • Life and death suspense • loyalty and friendship • psychological struggle • Sacrifice and devotion
ISBN-10 1-0671526-3-6 / 1067152636
ISBN-13 978-1-0671526-3-5 / 9781067152635
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