It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

9= Little hints

Starting with the name of
Allah Almighty Who's Most Merciful and The One Who Gives Iman (peace) and Security

Peace and Blessings of
Allah Almighty be upon our beloved propehts, especially Hazrat Muhammad
(Peace be upon him), their noble companions and descendants, and all the true believers present in this world or the other.

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بِسۡمِ اللّٰہِ الرَّحۡمٰنِ الرَّحِیۡمِ

" In the name of Allah , the Entirely Merciful, the Especially Merciful. "

اِنَّ  الَّذِیۡنَ اَجۡرَمُوۡا کَانُوۡا مِنَ الَّذِیۡنَ اٰمَنُوۡا یَضۡحَکُوۡنَ ﴿۲۹﴾۫ ۖ

"Indeed, those who committed crimes used to laugh at those who believed. "
(سورۃ المطففین -29)
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AslamoAlaikum!!
How are you all? Hope you are having a wonderful day filled with His Mercy.

If you haven't prayed yet,
I humbly request you to pray  before you start reading this, because your connection with Allah Almighty is much more important.

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It was the mid evening when all of the young people after an unplanned football game, gathered in a room, huffing and making silly jocks here and there.

Even though, Ilham was enjoying all of it, his mood was not as good as everyone present in the room.

The reason? A boy sitting on the far end of the room in the deep sad thoughts. His face was decorated with a frown as he looked ahead at the trees from the balcony.

Ilham sat for a while but after lot of inner fight, thinking cons and pros, he stood up and sat close to the guy.

"Don't stare like that, maybe the tree will find it rude and spank you with its branch."

The boy looked at the other side but still couldn't hide his small smile that stretched on his lips,

"Can't beleive how you can make such a lame joke so amusing."

To this Ilham laughed loudly, sneaking an arm around the boy's shoulder. The best way he could find to conformt him.

"Why are you looking so sad?",
Ilham asked in a soft tone, the tone that held support but no pressure to reveal everything.
But still a support that the boy had a shoulder to lean on.

And sometimes that's what we all need, no matter how much you say you can't share your vulnerability, but still there is part of you that is always desperate to have someone's shoulder to lean on, soothing talks and blurting out all the pain.

"I don't know, I was walking in the road when a kid pointed out me being an orphan and living in a shelter home."
He continued with a look of grief on his face,

"No one to care for me. Atleast not like a family does. It really did hurt very much. I wanted to stop him from saying such harsh words but stopped because I knew he was true".

For a long moment, Ilham didn't know what to speak, all those moments of him sitting on the road with a starved stomach, seeing all the people walking by him, some giving sympathetic but some arrogant gazes who acted as if they were inferior to him, flashed in front of his eyes.

So he did what calmed him most, the reason of his solace whenever he felt down or the lack of motivation.

He looked at the sky from the huge balcony, and smiled widely, and continued,