HUSNA

Chapter31

. "The whole secret of a successful life is to find out what is one's destiny to do, and then

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Life marched on, and the months flew by in the blink of an eye. But the journey wasn't without its challenges. Almost two months had passed since their father's visit, and Husna was nearing level three. Yet, a daunting obstacle loomed over her head: the school fee had increased again, and her siblings were forced to stay home because the family couldn't afford it.

Her  mind churned endlessly, thinking of ways to find the substantial sum. Maybe if Abba receives his payment, he can cover their fees... she pondered. But in the meantime, she considered abandoning her studies altogether.

As for Hameed... silence. He hadn't reached out once. Part of her felt relief, another part felt emptiness. She had closed the door on every man who tried to approach her romantically, leaving her mother exhausted from trying to reason with her.

Yet, despite her resolve, her heart betrayed her in subtle ways. Why is it so hard to let him go?

She woke up, and went to her mother her skin burning with fever, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She struggled to hide her discomfort.

It has been two days since her brother and sister had fallen ill with fever. Now, her mother has succumbed to the same affliction. She handed her mother a cup of water and a medication, then helped her walk back to the bedroom. As she tucked her mother into bed, she sensed the tension in the air. "You'll be alright, Adda. Everyone will. Insha Allah!" she reassured her mother before heading back to her room.

The next week tested her endurance. The WAEC registration fee for her brother loomed like a shadow over the household. They refused to ask for help, proud of their self-sufficiency, Alhamdulillah. Slowly, life crept back to normal; her mother recovered fully, and the siblings returned to some semblance of routine.

She  settled into the wooden chair in the kitchen, absently arranging firewood. Her mother, sensing her daughter's thoughts, asked, "Husnatu, what's on your mind? You seem... lost."

She  smiled. "Nothing, Adda... just thinking about life, I guess."

Her mother's eyes softened,"Husna, in this dunya, we all face storms. Some try to control them, cursing the rain, but storms don't discriminate they fall on all of us, rich or poor, strong or weak. Some people lack the maturity to respect the storm, and that's when they falter. But those who learn to endure, who cultivate patience and courage... they are the ones who earn paradise."

She paused, It's those who can say Alhamdulillah in every circumstance, who find gratitude amidst trials, that Allah rewards."

She quoted the Quran, voice reverent. "'And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient' (Surah Baqarah, Ayah 155)."

Her eyes met Husna's. "Patience, my daughter. That's the key. Each trial is a gift in disguise. And remember, gratitude doesn't change your circumstances, but it transforms your heart."

Husna nodded, absorbing every word. Gratitude... patience... trust in Allah. She whispered softly, "Ameen."

Her phone rang, shrill and insistent. She glanced at the screen and saw Faiza's name flashing. "Assalamu alaikum, Faiza," she muttered answering the call.

"Husna, where are you? I've been waiting for you at school for over 30 minutes!" Faiza exclaimed.

She chuckled. "I'm not coming to school today, Faiza. Maybe some other day."

"But why, Hussy ? School will be so boring without you!"

I'm busy with something important today. Maybe tomorrow, okay?" She ended the call before Faiza could respond.

Her mother looked at her with concern. "Husna, should I call my brother? Maybe he can help us."

She shake her head firmly. "No, Adda, we don't need anyone's help. Wallahi, if it's about school, I'll drop out. My priority is to help Abdul with his WAEC registration fee."

"I'll call Abba later," Even if it's 10,000, I can take it to the school." Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the screen, her eyes rolling in exasperation. "He's back again."

Despite her initial reluctance, her fingers seemed to move of their own accord, taping into the message box.

She froze, fingers trembling, staring at his message:
"Assalamu alaikum, Asma. How are you? How's everything? I'm sorry for what happened, but nothing will change the fact that I still love you... for Allah's sake. I want to marry you. Please consider this poor soul."

Her heart pounded. She didn't reply. She couldn't.
Her mother peeked into the kitchen. "Husna, what's wrong?"

"It's Captain," she muttered, glaring at the phone, cheeks warming.

Her mother chuckled knowingly. "I think you want to give him a chance, Husna. Stop pretending."

She  blinked, feigning innocence. "Who said that, Adda?"

"Your face," her mother replied lightly. "It's giving you away. I've seen that look before."

She  groaned, burying her face in her hands....

The chapter is a lil boring right?.manage it please ..
Will husna give him a chance or not?
We shall get to know in the next chapter..
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