*MY WORLD*
EPILOGUE
Khadijah's POV
"Khadijah get up...it's gonna be fajr soon and you haven't had your suhoor yet" That was My Tapha killing himself to make me eat suhoor even though I keep on rejecting,he never stops until I fill my stomach with a morsel.
I grudgingly got up and brushed my teeth while he arranged the table. Mum and the rest of the family eat at the dining room but because Mustapha is the 'All romantic type',he makes even suhoor romantic by saying only the two of us will eat together and that too at the veranda as if we are on a dinner date,I call it 'Suhoor date'lol...I bet that's why he won't allow me to skip suhoor. I am going on and on with suhoor without even letting you all know that yeaaah,It's Ramadaaaan! The best month of the year. A month of Rahma and Neh'ma...a month of Khairr and Salaam...A month of Dua and forgiveness...my favorite month out of them all. To you I say,Ramadan Mubarak!
Yesternight was my first day of cooking in this house since Mom(in-law) never allows me to enter inside the kitchen talkless of cooking but since she was attending an islamic conference then,I made use of the opportunity and prepared the best delicacy for my dear husband and he is having that for suhoor. As he saw me walking towards him,he got up quickly and held the chair on which I should sit,uhghhh Taphaa and his gentleman behaviour. He would hold the chair until I get comfortably seated and he does this all the time.
"I couldn't wait for you dear,the scent of the food got me drooling so I started eating...sorrrrryyyyy" he held his ears,I wanted to forgive him but because he was looking so cute that way,I had to just leave him like that for some time.
"Khadijah are you listening? Forgive me now,my hands" He turned his eyes to his hands that were still on his ears.
"I really want to forgive you dear,but not yet,so wait a little." I could see his face turn wrinkled as if he was going to cry anytime from now,His reason for crying is nothing but the food that he isn't able to eat. Things began getting so funny that I broke down and started laughing hard.
"I never thought you'd be this mean" he added looking away and feigning anger.
"You are saying all this because of food Mustapha...you think I don't know how much you value food...I mean over all things,hope not more than you even value me?" I teased but his face got serious.
"You are on the top of the list of the things that I value" just one sentence and i needed nothing more at that moment. To kill the quietness,he added.
"But food is the second,please ask me to put my hands down so that I can eat." I easily feel sorry for him so had no choice than to forgive him and let him eat before he cries really!
"May I feed you?" I formed a question mark with my eyes and his face beamed with happiness as he nodded vigorously. As if i was feeding a kid,I gently put the morsel of food in his mouth and watch him eat it all with a smile. I was not that hungry so instead of forcing food in my stomach,I use the time in feeding my little Tapha.
Azeez's POV
Ramadan aagai aur meh bohot kushsh ho ab!(Ramadan is here and I am very happy now). I think you know how blessed Ramadan is,so no need for me to say. During Ramadan,Dad gathers all of us and we stay together as a single,happy and contentful family. This year,we have plus one with us and that is no one but my wife,Zee. Sister Khawla and Yunus are also around with my dear niece Shifaa. Brother Khalid,who was at Canada for educational purposes is also back and guess what,mum and dad have turned his life into a living hell because I,his younger brother,got married before him. I don't think that's any reason to fuss about but they won't listen.
This is one of the reasons that make me eager for Ramadan. I took my evening shower already and met my properly ironed clothes lying on the bed with my kufi on top,my little mushaf was lying on top of the drawer alongside my miswaak. I act clean but never thought I'd get a real clean and orderly wife,maaan...she puts everything in order without even being told.
I got cladded in an orange outfit,wore the blue kufi and picked up my mushaf after saying 'A'udhubillahi minash shaitaanir Rajeem'. Near the window,where the breeze is all cool...some fifty minutes to iftaar,I sit and recite the holy Qur'an to my hearts content. That too so slowly and i try my best to make my voice it's best. Everyday,the same time,the same place,she stands and listens to my recitation till I stop. It doesn't bother her if she has to stand all day to listen to the Qur'an being recited by her dear husband talkless of some minutes.
"Ameen" as I recite my closing Dua and add an Ameen,Zee also says Ameen and heads towards me with a handful of dates.
"Bonne Iftaar Zee's...Bismillaah" how is the nickname she's given me? She calls me Zee's because she says I am all hers! I took the dates from her and made Dua for Allaah to forever preserve this Angel for me before breaking the fast.
She never forgets to bring my packet of chocolate too.
"You need to be careful,too much chocolate does not seem good to your health"she is being caring as always.
"I will be careful dear and if anything happens to go wrong then don't forget,my twin sister and my brother in law are here" I smiled and she smarked her head.
"Khadijah won't treat you if you deliberately do wrong things,you know her well" she is kinda right but Khadijah won't let me suffer naa.
We both prayed maghrib prayer and headed downstairs to join the family members and have dinner together. You won't believe who was our chef today...Jibril! Even though the boy is so young,he has this admiration for cooking and attends the best cooking class around. All the females respect his cooking skills and Dad even promised to open a restaurant for him,gotta say I am proud of my little guy!
"Brother,I asked mum to parcel some food for my chitty...i want her to see my cooking skills" he took the chair beside mine and informed. This boy has so much love for his chitty that i sometimes get emotional.
"But iftaar is gone already" I thought aloud.
"Yes I know,she will be able to use it for suhoor. Take me to her home before nawaafil salaah" he concluded and we went on filling out stomachs with such a delicious meal. A lot of duas for our little Angel Jibril!
***
Jibril and I took permission from everyone and made way to Khadijah's place. We reached a little late but Alhamdulillaah nawaafil has not begun yet.
I knocked on the door and brother in law Mustapha was in front of us as the door opened.
"As salaamu alaikum Abdul Azeez,what a pleasant surprise!" He extended his hand and i gladly shook it whiles replying to his salaam.
"Well,Jibril was the one who planned this surprise for his chitty" I announced and his smile broadened whiles he hugged Jibril,I got to know that they both are also kinda close to each other.
"Our Angel,we miss you dear." He said to Jibril
"I miss you all too,therefore I cooked for you and brought you suhoor." Brother in law's eyes widened in amazement.
"You cook?" Jibril nodded so innocently.
"Are you not going to let my Angel in?" Khadijah asked from behind. Ya Allaah I miss my little mummaa. I jolted my head for her to see but she ignored me,as if she was mad at me.
"As salamu alaikum Khadijah." I greeted shyly and yes,when I act shy...she always makes sure to get rid of all her anger.
"So you remember me? Wa alaikumus salaam" she replied acting all cold.
"I never forgot you ukhtiy...it does not mean I will talk to you everyday but I do remember you everyday" I said honestly.
"I got you a wife and you forgot me,interest!" I know she will say the same "and you came here only because of Jibril so no excuses please." She concluded and I became speechless.
"Forgive him dear" brother in law begged her for me as we headed inside and greeted the rest of the family.
"I will only forgive you because my dear husband asked me to" she whispered to me and I smiled.
"Angel..I will call you tomorrow inn shaa Allaah to give a remark on your cooking skills ok,though i feel it's gonna be superb."
We all prayed together before Jibril and I headed home!
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