To Jannah...together

Praise Him for the gifts

Rabee'ah was discharged, with medicines and on precautionary conditions. Her condition was getting even better, so they didn't wanted to depend on the hospital all the time. All she wanted was 2 more chemos, and then a full checkup at the end. Hence came home.

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Fathima was sitting near Rabee'ah, holding her little hands, she recited so many duas and surah s and blowed Rabee'ah's face and hands. Her tear drops suddenly fell on the little one's hand, to which she jerked, but immediately fell asleep again in the warmth of her great grandma.
Fathima could have wondered,  why on earth is her family being put to pain in the name of cancer...But, No. Fathima was never that kind of a person. She always showed gratitude and praised Allah for all her gifts. Never ever she complained to Allah for the voids and losses in her life.
Fathima slowly removed her hands from Rabee'ah's strong grip and spread the blanket over Rabee'ah.
Ali and Raihana came in, with trays of medicine and a bowl of soup.
Ali's parents went back to Canada seeing Rabee'ah's improved condition.
Fathima had been staying with Ali and Raihana since the discharge,  And little Rabee'ah was so stubborn in sleeping with her great grandma.
Fathima was more than happier to hear that.
Abid and his two daughters would come and go daily to visit their little one.

As Ali kept the tray on the table, he spotted Grandma's tears, she was shivering in pain, her lips quivering while reciting the duas. Raihana sat next to grandma,she smiled, held her shoulders and said,
"Oh my dear Grandma, Why would you cry now?"
Her grandma was so much thankful to Allah for the boldness Raihana gained within a little period, wasn't she the innocent little girl, now have turned into a bold strong mother, Subhaanallah, she thought.
Fathima smiled back and said,
"They are happy tears, ma love, look how my little Rabee'ah jaan has improved, I see my granddaughter and her small family has fought together and beated every negative power by the Greatness of Allah SWT. Happy Iam my dear."
Ali and Raihana smiled, hugged Fathima, praised Allah for all the blessings and fed Rabee'ah her soup together.
All they had with them as strong as a Mountain was the strong faith in Allah...They never lost any hope, they were so firm in their belief. Never did the toxic  relative's negative words hit them, neither did they react without mentioning Allah's power.

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Just then, came in Luqman...waiting for the door to open, he stood at the door...while he secretly had packed his salary just for Rabee'ah, he was at peace and was so grateful to Allah for the small help he could do for the well being of the little one.

As he immersed his hand in his pocket and slowly slanted to the door...The door opened...

He fell onto the floor with a thud.... and saw a dumbstruck Nadain with her hand on the handle...

'Oh Allah...why do our meetings always end upon falling and beating and some other version of attack?', He whispered to which they shared an eye contact for a bit, but looked away suddenly.

Both controlled their urge to laugh...

"Assalaamualaikkum...Umm...Sorry Nuggets, I had to shock you again unknowingly ", he said scratching his head getting up from the floor.
"Waalaikumussalaam Warahmathullah...No worries..Come in, Ali jeeju is asking for you", she said making way for him to move in.

"Yeah, Right ", he said and moved in.

"Ya Rabbee....what is happening? " ,she said  shaking her head as she closed the door.
"Good thing Ameera's not here...else I'd be dead for her cunning looks and devilish smiles", she laughed at her own words.

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