Different thoughts swirled in their minds as they looked ahead. With no path, and no lead they stred at the emptiness infront of them. Layla huffed her eyes zeroing into the bright sky making her eyes water on the bright sun. Silence. It engulfed as they thought about where to go?

"Baraq, you don't remember where you are from?" Nazreena asked, her head slightly tilted.

He denied with soft click of his tongue making Layla admire that soft click of his tongue. It was just a simple action he did. What was good about it? She shook her head thought harder, her thoughts loud.

"Which place is made a man?" She pursed her lips questioning to no one in particular.

"The answer could only found there?" Nazreena's grim voice echoed among them.

"Where?"

Everyone looked at her expectantly as she let out the words.

"Dar-Al-Kutub."

♤

Baraq paced back and forth, his eyes lingering on Layla as asked Hafsa about flowers on the balcony.

"What's in her?" Kaif sneaked in from behind him. His question pulled his attention from Layla as he looked at him and then turned back to take a glimpse of her.

"Nothing." He sighed, his muscles bulging from his thob.

"Then, why do you like her?" Kaif asked with a pause. He could hear Kaif's confusion in his question.

"I don't know."

"Do you want her?"

Do I want her?  A simple question of four words and four syllables heaving out his every thoughts. He never wanted something in his life. The question rang in his head until he could hear her giggles, watch her smile even when she was far away from him.

"Wanderer's don't wander in want, Kaif. We have needs. Needs, that grow on us like a sapling. It's leaves which annoys us in the starting turns out to shed us. We crave that love. And nothing in this world can give us this love." He breathed put his words. His mind somewhere lost in his thoughts as his tongue slowly moved.

"I like Layla. But she doesn't give me my answers, in which I am in need of. No one gives me answers. Yet, she pushes me deep in the search of answers. I never had questions until I met her. Now, that I have those questions. No one answers me."

Kaif couldn't understood what Baraq was trying to say. That was the thing Baraq wanted to happen. He simply changed the topic, with his words and Kaif stood dumbfounded infront of him.

Kaif blinked his eyes eyes and covered his face while he groaned and lightly punched Baraq's arm.

"You could have just said that you don’t want to tell me, instead of making all confuse with your theories." He grumbled complaining and going away as Baraq laughed under his keffiyeh.

The words said by Baraq wasn't any lie. Baraq wanted questions which no one has answers to and no one should be blamed other than Layla who made him question about that much in his life.

His eyes zeroed on Layla who laughed about something with her eyes glistening like stars. Heaving a breath, he closed his eyes knowing that the moment of peace will soon  be disturbed. His ears perked up when he sensed someone walking into the ground.

Nazreena's elegant motions didn't break as she entered the garden and greeted Hafsa and Layla. He leaned on the balcony, as he focused his amber eyes on the clouds knowing he will be called soon.

"Baraq, it's time."

♤

Huge arch of the entrance welcomed th into the hushed library. Layla couldn't understand how could there be a book which tells them everything. Calligraphy adorned walls screamed about the knowledge the library has stored within itself. Ornate rugs covered the stone floors.

Seeing the enormous library, Layla couldn't gulp down the question brewing in her guts.

"Nazreena, where is the book?"

"Truthfully, I don't know. I will have to asks the Imam's here." She replied, with her own confused voice.

A man adorned with heavy robe came in their way, paying his Salam to them, as he stretched out his hands,

"Welcome to the Dar-Al-Kutub." The man then kept his right hand on his chest showing his gratitude.

"We need help."

Nazreena whispered with an urgency to seek all the answers she could right now.

"I am Darwish, and I am here to help you. I will gather anything which can help you."

"A land of sand built by a man. Lies a clan so rich, but poor in youth."

The moment the words let out, everyone saw how Darwish's face turned into  sour features after listening the ridde. He stepped back and denied with the shake of his head.

"Let the secrets be secrets, Amira." He said, turning around to go.

"I can give you treasures."

"No treasures can be able to open the door to that secrets." Darwish argued, sticking to denial.

Layla felt the the ugly twist in her guts as she saw the scene unfolding infront of her.

"The man right over here," she motioned to Baraq.

"Belongs to that secret. And that secret can help him find his family." 

Upon hearing Layla's words something flashed across Darwish's eyes as he nodded his head and guided them in the more secluded region of the library.

"Before, I tell about all the secrets. You must follow a rule. Never say anything about anything to anyone. Walls have ears and angels have pen. Never get lost in those secrets." The words felt heavy against the darkness of the room as he pushed the door wider letting them all in.