Cries Behind Smiles

Epilogue

3 years later:

It was Sunday morning.Sun was bright and the weather was lovely just like my mood.I remove the curtains from window and moved in kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Putting the tea in kettle I heard voices from room.My little bear is awake I guess. Yes I have a daughter.Slowly Manal came from room putting her chubby feet on floor.

I still can't get over the fact Allah gifted me with such a beautiful and tiny gift.I still remembered the day she was born, I was so nervous and tired but after she was placed on my lap ,all my worries melt away.

Just looking at that bundle of joy my heart exploded with love and adoration.Who could love her daughter more than me.I wanted to fill her life with happiness. Healing my past wounds with her love.

I took her finger into mine and then she opened her golden eyes.She got the same eyes as her father.

Seeing her immediately brought a warmth in my chest I approached her and took her in my lap.
My baby is awake.

I kissed her cheeks.She just rubbed her eyes.Her face reminds me of Azaan.He loved the fact her daughter was a replica of him.

Lets go honey you need to wash your face and then I will feed you.

She just placed her sleepy head in the crook of my neck.Her hairs were straight and black like mine.I patted those small strands.

Time have passed so beautifully.I still find the same love in the eyes of my husband that was 3 years ago.We gradually pieced the broken parts of ourselves and learned to cherish and love each other more deeply.

Putting Manal on baby seat.I moved to call Azaan for breakfast.I neared to the bed stand watching him sleep.I placed my hand gently on his head trying to wake him up

Wake up....Its already 10:am.I tried to push blanket away from him.
He groaned and then slowly opened his eyes .He took my hand in his smiling :
Good morning wife

I shook my head at his greetings.He still acts like a teenager in love.I'm not gonna admit it but I love his boyish behaviour sometimes.

Good morning husband.Now get up and come for breakfast before Manal cries because she's hungry.

God that girl has most loudest and scariest voice when she cries.My baba always teases me by saying
She got it from you.

He rubbed his eyes and said:
Listen

I just nodded telling him to continue

I love you .

Those three words still cause my heart to beat wildly despite hearing them so many times.

I just blushed and said

Ok come on stop it .Manal is waiting for me

I moved away from him hiding my red cheeks by my hairs
He just laughed at my escape.
My wife is still shy

I heard his shout from behind and shook my head at his antics.

I never thought life would be this beautiful and complete due to Azaan and Manal.Manal filled a void in my chest that was there since my childhood.Her light and love warmth my soul filling pieces of my heart.

Allah has written every person's destiny beautifully.You never know what would happen ,you feel like you are drowning in pain nothing is happening in the way you have desired.But with time Allah blessed you with such rewards that you know Allah's plans are the best.As it is in Quran

"Indeed with harship comes ease"

"Allah never test burden a soul beyond its burden"

Through the pain and sorrows He moulds you stronger and you get closer to him.

Looking at my husband and daughter playing I thanked Allah from the depth of my heart.
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Hello cupcakes!!! So the story has finally ended.I can't believe journey of Hayaat is finished.I love her character so much that I will surely miss her.This story is so close to my heart.I hope the end is upto your expectations.

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