A Muslims Love Story

Chapter 24

Muhammad's POV:

"Ameena I don't know what to say to Dad. I've tried for many years but he doesn't care." I spoke to her once we stopped outside the hospital.

My hand was on the gear box and she put her hands on top of mind. "Muhammed. Make it come from the heart. Don't give up."

I just sat in the car thinking, "Come on Muhammed." Ameena said letting go of my hand and leaving the car.

When Ameena stood outside waiting for me. I left the car and took the ticket to stick on to the car.

We then found ourselves outside Dad's room. "Big deep breath and remember Allah." Ameena said stopping outside the room as I was to open it.

"Please come with me. I need you." I said to her. She thought for a moment before joining me in Dad's hospital room.

"Assalamualykum." Me and Ameena said in unison. Dad looked at me then at Ameena.

"Walaykumuslaam. Take a seat Ameena you can't stand too long." Dad replied. Ameena looked at him and smiled then at me. I nodded and she took a seat.

"Dad firstly I'd like to apologise for what I did yesterday. I need to erm... talk to you about Yu..." I said being interrupted by him."Muhammed...I told you... I don't want to talk about... i... it."

I wasn't going to speak of it anymore but remembered what Ameena told me about it coming from the heart.

"Bismillah-hirahma-nir-raheem. (In the name of name of allah the most merciful)" I said in my mind before taking a deep breath in.

"Dad! I'm sorry but that incident just didn't affect you it affected me aswell. I miss him-  his brown eyes that used to melt my heart. He would have been 14 now. He was my brother." I started to speak.

"One you didn't... take care of very well." Dad coughed giving me eye contact. I looked at Ameena who smiled at me to carry on.

"I know I didn't but that's something I have to live with for the rest of my life. It haunts me everyday. Seeing him at the bottom of the stairs. Blood everywhere. But Allah wanted to take him Dad. Not talking to me isn't going to bring him back is it? Dad please one last time- forgive me?" I cried walking to the side of his bed and holding his hand. I cried even more.

"I can stand here blaming Qasim but at the end of the day it was my fault. It was my choice. Forgive me please. Losing Yusuf hurt me but you not talking to me equaled that. You're my Dad. Please dad?" I pleaded. I cried in his hands.

"Dad I'm sorry. Muhammed is my husband. I can't stand seeing him cry. These past 2 days I've seen him cry and I can't bare it Dad. He made a mistake- a big one but he was little. Like Muhammed said there's nothing anyone could have done it was in Yusuf taqdeer (destiny). Remember the prophet (SAW) he lost all three of his sons and he shed a tear that's all. Please Dad don't lose another son." Ameena spoke.

My dad smiled and coughed at her and called her towards him. "My daughter in law is sensible... huh.... Ameena.... I forgave your husband... ages ago... Parents can never be mad at their children... It's part of our jobs. "

"Why are you so hostile towards me?" I asked getting up and standing next to Ameena.

"I don't mean to. I wanna hug you and kiss you...Shaytaan reminds me of what happens every time... I look at you I see myself.... giving him a.... gusul (bath) burying... his body... Throwing soil...on his small coffin." Dad started crying and coughing. I sat down and took his hand.

"Sorry Dad. I should have never gone out without him." I replied. He put his hand on my cheeks.

"It's okay Muhammed...Me and your Mum both shouldn't... have gone with Aysha....It's something...I have... to work on... and in's...hallah I will." My dad said to me pausing to take a deap breath.

I stood up and cleaned my tears. I smiled at him then at Ameena for the first time since I was 12 I felt a huge burden lifted off me.

Ameena smiled  as she sat down.

"Muhammed... I do have one...request from you... Please forgive... me? Only... Allah knows how... long I have left."

"You've never done anything wrong to me and... Dad don't say that. I don't like it." I said after a long pause.

"It's true Muhammed... We're all going to return to him... In-na...Lil-lahi... wain-na... ilay-he rajioon... (To Allah do we belong and to him we shall return)." Dad replied to me.

"It doesn't matter....if you don't
... like it or...not we're... all going to... return...to him... one day." Dad continued.

I then hugged him when Mum came in. "Alhamdulillah." She said smiling. Her eyes were puffy red.

"You were right." I smiled breaking the hug and hugging mum.

************************************

"Ja'zak'allah for what you did back in the hospital." I said kissing her and looking back into her eyes.

"Ameen. I didn't really do anything though it was all down to you so Ja'zak'allah." She responded kissing me on my forehead.

"Ameen. Are you coming to see Dad after our walk tomorrow? I want to focus on Dad getting better now. I'm gonna go to the hotel tomorrow as well I haven't been today. " I told her. She nodded. "Do you even need to ask that?" She smiled.

"Ameena I'm so happy today. Alhamdulilah words can't explain how I'm feeling." I smiled at her.

"You should be. Ad-hakal-lahu-sin-nak (May Allah always keep you happy). I  hope Dad gets better In'sha'allah." She spoke.

"In'sha'allah he will. Allah has a plan for everyone." I said to her.

"Muhammed quickly." Ameena said taking my hand and putting it on her stomach. The baby was kicking and it felt amazing alhamdulliah.

"Alhamdulilah Ameena." I said to her.

"It feels amazing doesn't it." She smiled back as I nodded and looked into her eyes.

Authors Note:

Sorry for the looooong update! Been busy. Revision! Revision! Revision! Trying my best to try and fit this into my daily routine.

Thanks for all the love. Hope u like the chapter.

I've got lots of plans for this book. This is just the beginning. Any ideas where the stories heading?

Vote/ comment/ DM me and tell me wah you think.