"One more step and by Allah I'll pull the trigger", she seethed. I know you can't do that Inarah, You just can't ..
Don't call me that, the Ayrah you once knew is long gone. At this point and stage ion care about anything anymore💔...
Nothing really...
"Rabbish rahli sadri, wa yassirli amri, wah lul uqdatan min lisaani, yaf kahu kauli,"
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In the serenity of the night nothing could be heard apart from the light rain pours outside and her heavy pants due to the nightmare she had again. "Subhanallah, Audhu billah minna shaytaanir- rajeem, along with the prayer against it" she said. This has been the routine since that unforgettable day.
Her normal routine then begun, After freshning up and performing ablution she layed down her musallah with full concentration started her Tahajuud.
After finishing her Tahajuud and witr salaah, She raised her hands through unspoken words she wept because her Rabb alone can understand...
Humayrah's pov
"Rabbi inni limaa anzalta ilayya min khayrin Fakeer. After completing my nawaafil i felt a bit relieved and ready for the day ahead.
I then decided we were going to have oats with banana slices and dates for breakfast enough with the pancakes already.
I loved doing all the chores for three reasons, first I'm the eldest and my younger ones should enjoy ( mom says i spoil them all but yea they deserve the best), second My Hayaaty (mom) has done enough already, and third and mstly it is an actual of sadaqaah.
After i was done with all i listened to the melodious calling of the Adhaan.. Ma Shaa Allah just in time i thought.
Baby brooo i shouted and giggled silently, Babbbyyyy brroooo.... Arhaam Mustapha it is time for salaah As- salaatu khayrun minan nawm I sang loudly.
"Would you please shut the ****" My baby said. "Not that word Mister", Hayaaty scolded him. But mum she started it, No i didn't i just called you my baby or aren't you my handsome baby anymore. Just because you are 12hours older than i am doesn't give you the right to call me that, he nagged
Warefah lets just pray shall we. After Fajr we did the neccesary duas and i went to wake my squishy little bunnies up. "Zubayr, Zubayrah wakey wakey time to prepare for school" they had their bath and got dressed. And yea don't get me wrong i don't like the twin same dressing stuffs so each has their own unique style.
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