To Jannah...together

Surprise Customer

I finished two cakes, and kept them carefully in the fridge. I took the next cake, I was searching for the right colour for the design on the shelves kneeling down behind the cake display.
Just then, our door clinked it's bell. I didn't lift my head from searching, coz I knew it would be Baba, and I said aloud,
"Assalaamualaikkum, just a few more cakes, Baba"
But I understood that no one has stepped inside, coz I couldn't hear any footsteps, I heard a strange and strong voice say,
"Waalaikumussalam, Is there anybody here? I can't see anyone? Are you closed? "
Woah, who's that, Maa Sha Allah, what a Voice. It would be good if he were a Muazzin (The one who calls Azaan in Masjid).
Sitting still in my position, I took a peek at Grandma's room where she was praying Isha...and she hasn't finished yet, so I slowly stood up, and placed my hands on the glass shelf carefully so that I don't smear any cream on the glass showcase. I saw a young man standing on the steps with his hand still on the door handle and had not opened the door fully. Ya Allah, The way his thick forelocks were flying in the wind outside... my eyes unknowingly darted to his face, Maa Sha Allah...Handsome. But then suddenly when his eyes linked with mine, Asthagfirullah(forgive me Allah),
I dropped my gaze, I was sure he did the same, coz his voice was now a little low,
"I am sorry, I thought you were still open" and he was about to go, but I said immediately,
"We are open, but can you wait till my Grandma finishes her Salah..."
He said instantly,
"Of course, of course"
And then he closed the door and stood outside, and turned his back towards our shop,I could see him coz it was a glass door.
Hmm...Impressive, He didn't enter the shop coz he felt that I was alone here, that's why I too said him to wait,
Because our Prophet Muhammad (SAW) has said,
"No man is alone with a woman (who are strangers to each other )
but the third one present is the shaytaan (devil)"  [at-Tirmidhi, classed as Saheeh by al-Albani in Saheeh at-Tirmidhi]
This causes fitnah(unwanted problems), so we have to maximum avoid such situations. Ya Rasoolallah(O Messenger of Allah), what a Perfect teacher you are, SallAllaahualaihiwasallam(May Allah's Peace be upon you).
Just then, my Grandma came after her Salah, I told her about the waiting customer, she went and opened the door, she said,
"Get in, son, or you're gonna catch a cold, and don't hesitate, I have finished my Salah", she smiled. He nodded and smiled respectfully. He followed Grandma,
Grandma asked,
"So, what kind of cake do you want dear? "
"I...umm...", he scratched the back of his head, he was looking at the cakes in the glass shelf, I guess he is a little bit of confused to choose a cake. Then he looked at Grandma and said,
" Actually, it's for my sister, she has passed her 10th with great score,so I thought I could give her a surprise cake, coz she love cakes, I had a right choice in mind ,until I saw your cakes..."He looked at the cakes in the shelf and continued,
"Maa Sha Allah, you have got beautiful collection of cakes here, and now, I don't know what to choose...Umm...can you help me?", he asked politely to Grandma.
Grandma laughed tenderly, in which I joined by smiling, still looking down.
Grandma said,
" Ok dear, Which is your sister's favourite cake flavour? "
"It's Vanilla, sometimes Chocolate", he said looking down thinking, still his hand on the back of his head.
"Okay, What is her favourite colour? "
"Pink, ", his face brightened, "I hope, Coz I have seen most of her dresses pink",

Suddenly he noticed my scarf, and Ya Allah, it was PINK.
"Are all the girls into pink? ", he asked Grandma pointing me with his thumb, But never did he look at me...He was asking Grandma.
Grandma said smiling,
"I certainly hope so, but girls like other colours too...But that's okay, I have got the right cake for your sister",
Grandma came towards the shelf,
She opened the shelf and took the pink Vancho cake, which was designed by me, of course.
He looked at it and was delighted,
"Maa Sha Allah, Wow, That's it,Beautiful, my sister is gonna love this", he smiled looking at the cake.
Ya Allah, what a smile, Maa Sha Allah, Uh oh, Asthagfirullah, I shouldn't look at a non mahram like that, I immediately lowered my gaze.
"I Love the design, with that ribbons and handbags, looks just like my sister", he smiled thankfully to Grandma.
"No, the design credits goes to my granddaughter Zaara", said Grandma smiling proudly.
"Oh, well...Maa Sha Allah, Thabaarakallah...it's beautiful"
He nodded to me, I nodded back, he then looked down, I too looked down and asked,
"Should I write anything on the cake? "
"Aah, Yes, Please write 'Congratulations Haya' "
"Okay"