We should make dua and ask Allah to bless us with happiness, success and whatever is good. But if the opposite of what we expect comes true we have to learn to say Alhamdulillah and accept our fate. Surely Allah the All knowing, knows what’s best. To wish life to be any other way then it currently is, is foolish. there’s no point to dwell on what could’ve been.
If you haven't prayed your Salah then please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't.
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AMIRA SULTAN p.o.v
When I entered inside my room , I realised he went to some other room , our rooms are separated . I wonder why he was in so hurry to get married' when clearly he doesn't value marriage .
I realised we both needed to pray Salah .
But does he even pray Salah ???
Taking a deep breath I drag my feet to his room .
Knock !
Knock !
Finally Mr. I hate everything open the door .
The moment his eyes fell on me , lowered his eyebrows in annoyance .
Okay one thing for sure , he just love to see my face .
" What " he bark , unconciously I clutched the hem of my dress .
" Wow you are so polite " I smile sarcastically .
What is wrong with me !!!!!
" What " this time he step little closer making my eyes widen .
" Canwepleasepraysalahtworakat" I said in jet speed .
For the third time he use the same phrase " what ??"
Closing my eyes I tried to gather courage " Can we please pray it's important to pray two rakat in wedding night "
He stared at me without blinking ...
Okay what's wrong with him now ?
" Do I look like someone who prays ?" He was surprised by my question .
" Please it's important " I tried to beg when I saw him about to close the door .
" It's will be a good start of our new life '' I added .
Yes I wanted to give this wedding chance .
He look at my way then burst out laughing , but there was hint of mockness in his laugh , suddenly his expression became serious all of a sudden , grabbing my arm he pinned me to the nearest wall .
I was taken aback ..... That's when I realised he is drunk , MY HUSBAND IS DRUNK !!!
He consume alcohol as well . I am now disgusted to my core .
His face were inch away from mine , I turn my face because of smell of alcohol suffocating my breath " you are disgusted with me aren't you ? " He asked in his deep husky voice . Tears filled my eyes , I press my lips together trying not to utter any word .
" ANSWER ME !" His dark green eyes filled with fury .
'' y- yes " I cried , my body shaking violently in fear , I was taking everything very lightly until now realisation dawning on me.
He lean near my ear , I turn my face closing my eyes shut tightly " So am I " he spat " if I married your sister I might have give her rights of wife but YOU " there was disgust in his eyes " I won't even touch girl like you " He left my arm harshly before walking away leaving me shattered into pieces .
What I have gotten myself into???
Running to my room , I quickly change my clothes into my prayer clothes all these time crying hysterically . My heart was aching badly everything was looking like a bad dream to me .
So I did what always healed my heart and take me out of pain .
I stand in my Salah , crying my heart in sujood . I told my lord everything even though I knew he knows everything single thing after all Allah the almighty , all praised belong to him said in the Qur'an "It was We Who created man, and We know what dark suggestions his nafs (self) makes to him: for We are nearer to him than (his) jugular vein."
After crying my heart out in sujood ,finally I find contentment in my heart . After going through so many things I realised no matter what your biggest strength only relies with Allah s.w.t . And Salah is the best gift in my life and every single person who knows the worth of Salah .
Laying on the soft bed , I drifted into sleep .
" She is pretty " a soft voice whispered .
" Is she an angel " another curious voice spoke .
" Sayra , get down " another voice added .
Frowning about all the voice around my bed , slowly opening my eyes , I saw two eyes and big nose just inch away from my face .
" Ahhhhhhhh........ " I scream at the top of my lung .
" Ahhhhhh....... " The little girl scream following other two voices .
" Just shut up " a kid nearly 13 years old yelled rudely .
" Who are you guys " I put hand on my chest to normalised breathing only then I realised there were total 4 kids near my bed .
The one who almost gave me heart attack was a cute chubby girl , nearly 5 years old beside a cute blue eyed boy same age as hers .
The boy who shut me up rudely and still glaring must be 12 years old holding hand of boy must smaller than 3 kid .
A small finger poke my cheeks taking my attention .
She giggle covering her face .....
" Who ar-"
" Lets go Sayra , Amir " the 12 year old kid glare at me .
" She is just like her " there was so much bitterness in his voice .
Just then all the kid hurried away leaving me in bewilderment .
Then realisation dawn in me ...
" Oh no!!! Are they Khalid kids ??"
" Is Khalid is married ???"
" NO WAY !!!!!!!!"
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