Presumption ( گمان)

Chapter 11: Past that came back to haunt

They say there is no better healer than time and it's true. Time heals every wound and time is never static. It doesn't stop for anyone. It changes, like a chameleon changes colours. It never remains same for anyone. You can be the richest person today and a miser the next day. As I was saying time heals every wounds, no matter how deep it is, it will heal and that's the beauty of it. That is how life evolves, it brings changes and we learn to accept them. We leave things behind us and letting go is wise. And sometimes the thing we had hated most becomes the most beloved to us and it is the magic of time and that's how universe conspires to make our life a better version of what it is now.

Shanzay's POV

I changed my clothes and went to bed. I was way too tired mentally and physically. Well, technically I wouldn't have been exhausted mentally if I didn't have to deal with that "Grinch".

I scrolled down on Instagram and then watched a few YouTube videos on the phone then I set the alarm for Fajar Prayer and put the phone on the side table. I still hadn't seen his message or saved his number yet. I knew the message was from him but I didn't want to save his number at least not for now.

Tonight went well except for the "Grinch" part. Murtaza uncle told me so much about Abbu and their old escapades. I have always tried to avoid talking about Abbu maybe because I didn't really want to admit the truth or face the reality that he is gone. But tonight when uncle Murtaza talked about him I felt as if he was here, I felt contended as if a burden was lifted off my shoulders.

Even for the fact that this grief was subsiding within me slowly, I still couldn't have the courage to have complete faith in Allah. No matter how much vigilantly I prayed but I just couldn't rely on wishing something from him. I didn't make Dua'a because the only thing I asked from Allah was Abbu's life and health and he didn't listen to me. Ammi said that Allah knows what's best for us therefore we should make peace with it and should not question it. But I couldn't seem to find any wisdom in it till this day. It is really easy to say that we should be positive and should not presume about things to happen badly always but I am sure that nothing can go right at least not with me.

If I tell this to anyone they will surely think that I have no faith and I talk like a non-Muslim but it is not in my hands. I don't do it deliberately. I want to have that complete faith but I also want answers to my questions. The events in my life had led me to think this way and maybe someday I will make peace with everything...

This was my last thought before darkness succumbed me.

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I woke up at 5 am offered the Fajr prayer. It was Saturday. After reciting Quran, I went back to bed and picked up my phone I still hadn't saved Azlaan's number yet. I don't know why I clicked on his message. It was a WhatsApp text. I stared at the text debating within whether to save his number or not and then I decided to add his number to my contacts and saved his name as "Grinch".

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Azlaan's POV

After driving back home, I was tired as hell. Thank God it was Saturday, Which meant no university yay! This feeling when you know that you can sleep in late is the best. I changed my clothes and went to bed and within seconds I drifted off to the dream world.

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Shanzay's POV

When I woke up it was 11 am. I freshened up and went downstairs for breakfast. Ammi was sitting in the lounge watching T.V. Sadia Aunty was doing some chores so I made a vegetable omelet and toasted two bread slices and made my morning coffee and took it to the lounge to sit with Ammi.