Being His(Updates Every Friday)

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The microphone of the mosque next door crackled for a few seconds, waking her, she rolled over and groaned, asking herself why she spent the good part of the night re-watching her favorite Korean series of all time, Vincenzo. She let her eyes open slowly, tying to get used to the nightlight beside her, the clock on the alarm said four thirty on the dot. 

She got up though, as tired as she felt and began the sleepy shuffle to the bathroom where she held unto the towel railing for a good minute before bending down to pull out a pair of bathroom slippers.

She was resuming to a new branch of Deizimane hospital, her emotions were jumbled up, balling themselves in the categories of scared, excited and jittery. The scared part took center stage and held unto her lower belly. 

She sighed and bent down, turning on the bathtub taps. She'd moved in two weeks before with her paternal uncle and his family and would finally resume to work later that evening, her first shift was a night shift. 

She walked back into her room, painted in off-white with blue grey brocade curtains to set it off to blue grey painted shelf and pulled out a wine set of praying mat, crepe jilbab and a praying mat she knitted herself. She took them out of their satin soft encasing and spread out the mat on the floor before pulling on the Jilbab.

The cool material slid to her feet and she adjusted the swaying cloth before stepping on the mat. She stood there for a few seconds clearing her head of all thoughts and focusing on the reason she'd set out to pray, after her two rakats, in the most humble tone she could muster, she prayed; "Ya Allah, this transfer; you know why it happened, you know how it happened. I do not know, I'm a little lost and for whatever reason it is happening, make it a good one for me. Help me make the best out of this opportunity, Ameen." 

She got up gingerly, feeling some pain in her knees from kneeling. She picked up the Qur'an she'd taken out, and sat on the mat, her back to the bed frame. The Adhaan for Subh prayers met her right there reading the third verse of Surah Maryam. 

She prayed Subh, this time sleepily, dropping into bed immediately after taking off her jilbab. She folded the mat into four neat corners and stored it. 

A knock sounded at her door four hours later, a covered head stuck itself into her room, she opened her groggy eyes and shut them back quickly, since the sun was streaming in and felt like it could blind her if she didn't shut her eyes. 

"UmmulKhair?" She called out, seeing as the head didn't move from that position. The door finally swung open and in came the owner of the covered head. 

"Good Morning, Ya Nadia." Nadia rolled over in her bed bringing herself up until she was leaning on the headboard and could see UmmulKhair's face clearly. 

"Good Morning." She croaked back in return after she got comfortable. The younger girl rocked on her sneakered feet and smiled. Caramel skinned and tall, she was a perfect contrast to Nadia's near milk-like complexion and petite stature, a complexion that Nadia cursed everytime someone attributed her success to it. 

"I made you break fast, it's in the microwave, uhm, I'm going to lectures now. Mama and Baaba won't be back until five, but I'll be back in time to help you with making dinner." Nadia nodded gratefully and got up from the bed with a groan. 

"When do your classes end? Do you need anything?" UmmulKhair shook her head, the stone encrusted clip she held the end of her hijab with shook along with it.