Our Im-possible Love (On-going)

Chapter-47

Amaal pov
I folded my namaz mat after praying the isha prayer and sat near the window , my eyes gazing out the bright moon .

Alyhan knew my secret but the real truth was he only knew half of my past , I was lucky that I only said him half of the story and turned around for response and that's when I realised that the person I was sharing my story with was not arham but alyhan  . alyhan had thought that I was scared of people in the school knowing about my relationship with Curzon and that's why I was doing all his works in return of him keeping my past as secret . Alyhan was right for 50% as I was scared of people knowing about mine and Curzon relationship but more than that ,I was scared for other thing and that was .

Flashback
The relationship between me and Curzon was all good , Curzon was even trying his best in learning Islam , even we had fasted together in the month of Ramadan , at first Curzon couldn't hold his fast till the noon but later on with time ,he learnt to fast and even to do namaz and even a bit to recite the alphabet of Quran .

I once had asked Curzon about how did he got interested in Islam and what made him to know more about the deen when he belonged from a very orthodox Christian family . His sister emma, who was very kind and good to me had once said  about her strict father who hated islam and muslim from his nerve .

"What made you so interested in knowing Islam ?" I had asked him .

" At first I too hated moozlims like my father , I also thought them as criminal and terorist like how my father had described them to me  , but later on when I came across this guy named yacoob in our class , I came to know about really Islam. Yacoob was always calm and unstressed and was really kind and forgiving person , he prayed five times a day and all ways had this wonderful smile on his face even in his hard times , I couldn't figure out how someone can be so calm and helping and forgiving ,like me and my friends together used to make fun of yacoob and even bullied him so many times but what left me guilty and shocked was him helping me to understand the maths problem with a kind smile even when I had insulted him . I was shocked at his behaviour ,it was irritating me that how can someone be so chilled and calm even when someone insulted him.so once when I was paired up with yacoob for a math assignment , one day when we were late completing the assignment ,yacoob was acting odd, he was checking his pocket and the penny he had left and was gazing at the wall clock for every 5 second , I was suspicious by his behaviour and  something inside me wanted to go and check on him so I followed him  . On the way back to his home he buyed some fruits with the money he had and started to walk again , I was closely following him behind and what I saw left me bewildered for a second before touching my heart  , yacoob had kept the fruits on the door of a very old hut like house ,which was really small than our pet homes and knocked and ran away before anybody could see him , I was confused by his action but later on when the old lady came out with a small boy of 5 years behind her , I understood the purpose of yacoob , the lady raised her hands up in supplication at seeing those fruits , her tears rolled down as she prayed with her allah to bless him who had kept this fruit , I didn't know why but for some reason I felt it was most powerful prayer by looking at the lady of how she raised her hands up and prayed from bottom of her heart to yacoob . Tears were stained on my cheeks by seeing how happy the kid was at seeing those fruits , how the mother happily took the packet and went inside . Now I was really curious and I wnated to know more about him so I followed him to his home . His house wasn't small as the old lady house but neither big as our , it was medium sized middle class house  . I saw him enter and after few minutes of waiting out , I knocked on his door , yacoob opened the door and was surprised to see me first but later on welcomed me very  friendly inside  ,he was very much excited to see me at his place that he ran around and brought a chair for me to sit down , he then  goes on what he should get me where I was busy examining his house design . suddenly I heard some  recitation , it was melodious to hear and what made me really love those were the person who was reading it was also translating it in English  , I asked him what it was and he had said that it was his brother reading quran , I then told him on how I followed him and saw his secret act . I didn't knew whether he was shy or embarrassed that he put he head down , he had done a great job but still he didn't liked to talk about it , when I asked him all this , he said he did it only to please his allah and he didn't want any pride in that and even when I asked him about him always forgiving us even when we bullied him , so he said - 'it what my prophet thought me, I follow my prophet sunnah. That day my perspective against Islam was turned and I was more curious to learn this beautiful deen but when I started to learn it was too late as yacoob had left the city and I had no one to talk with regarding Islam and that when you came like s light in my dark hope   " is what Curzon had said me . There was so much interest in his eyes to know Islam that I couldn't stop myself from helping him and falling more in love with him .