SHATTERED HEARTS

Ch.2.Don't be Sad...Allah knows!

Dedicated to bhatiageeta and Rangrasiya for leaving their supportive and lovely comments. Guys you don't know but this means a lot to me since its my first experience. May Allah bless you both.

So Alhamdulillah here is the second chapter:-)

             The king of the day was about to retire for the night.The atmosphere was pale and the birds were singing their parting songs as the King of the day was slowly making its way to its abode.The night maiden awaited for the Sun king to depart so she could step in and escort her elegant Moon Queen on to her throne! Of course the Queen would bring with her an army of Star knights in their bright shining armours making her realm Starry and sparkling in the process!

            It would all go according to His plan.But no one waited to see and contemplate how this beautiful transformation would unfold.Especially in the bustling city of Mumbai! After all who in their right minds have time to ponder upon nature's beauty when they don't have time to spare on their own selves.

         

            Vehicles honked and rushed through the streets and people walked on the sidewalks as well with frowns and creases on their faces as worries and tensions engulfed their preoccupied minds.There were a few who would smile, greet others, may be help a blind person cross the streets but the numbers were countable and few . Although it did still count.

   

           In a certain part of the lively and bustling Mumbai city,people stood on a bus stop waiting for their bus to come and take them home.HOME ! The very place they yearned to be at rather than the crowded streets; the place they knew would assure love and security rather than the unknown world filled with strangers.Among the many that stood; was a girl in an abaya and Niqaab who was leaning against the pillar her eyes downcast. She wore a simple black abaya and Niqaab and a pink bag was hanging on her shoulder.One of her gloved hand was holding the handle of her bag while the other was wrapped around the pillar as she leaned her head on it and sighed.She had been waiting since the past 15 minutes. Her mind was engrossed in zikr and eyes downcast and she was oblivious to the weird stares she got for being a Niqaabi!

  

         Finally the bus arrived and the Niqaabi girl stepped in along with the others.She got a seat by the window and dropped on it immediately exhausted from the busy day.Resting her head on the window she looked out as the sun was about to set.It was about to part from the world.But then again it would rise the next day.It would be back with the same brightness it's charismatic personality mustered. Yet still parting is always painful! Who would know it better than the one who actually had to feel the pain everyday of their lives...

              She kept staring at the sun until it finally disappeared from her view.It eventually bid goodbye to the world allowing the Queen of the nights to take over.She realised it had to be so for if it didn't they would never get to experience the night and rest.Everything happens for a reason!

       

              However she didn't get to be engrossed more in her thoughts as the bus came to a halt and she realised with a shock that it was her stop.She stood in a hurry and rushed to the door ignoring the stares and hurriedly got down.Once out she breathed a sigh of relief.

            Her house was a 15 minutes walking distance from the stop.Sighing she started on her way. As she gazed forward an old lady with heavy bags of groceries caught her eye.She wanted to cross the road but probably was unsure she could make it from the looks.The road was bustling with vehicles, people swearing and pushing and the frightened lady was just standing with trembling hands.The Niqaabi girl walked to her without second thoughts and stopped right beside her  "May I help u?"she asked in a polite tone.The woman looked upto her with glassy eyes just staring at her Niqaab and eyes her hands still trembling."Please let me help.I just....want to..I mean...I saw you..." the girl stuttered but was stopped as the old woman nodded and handed one of her bags to her.The girl insisted on taking both the bags much to the woman's protests and then taking her hand gently along with both the bags she helped the old lady cross the street.When the Niqaabi handed her bags back to her the woman finally looked up and said " What is your name child?" The girl looked down as she spoke in a soft tone " Nawal".
          The woman smiled and said " You are indeed a gift just like your name.Your parents are lucky to have you."Nawal froze at her words not knowing what to say.She merely stood holding her bag tightly her eyes on the ground.The woman finally thanked her and Nawal continued back on her way.