Chapter 2

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Zaid's pov

I pushed the curtains aside and opened the balcony's large, glass French doors. I stood by the door, allowing the cool breeze to blow directly into my face. I instantly smiled, looking at the pouring rain, because it brings joy and calmness to the atmosphere, which I enjoy.

I heard the gentle pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the ground below, and the sound filled me with a sense of calm and tranquility. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the fresh scent of the rain to fill my lungs.

Rainy day is one such day that is awaited by all because as it transforms a blazing hot day to a refreshing one. Indeed, rain is a blessing from Allah as said in Surah Furqan (48-49), "We sent down pure water from the sky. That with it we may give life to a dead land, and slake the thirst of things we have created- cattle and men in great numbers".

Getting drenched in the rain is also one such thing the Prophet Muhammed (Sal) has done and why not we do the same.

The world outside has changed, with the streets shimmering with puddles and the leaves on the trees glistening in the rain. I stood there immersed in the moment, cherishing each drop of rain when I heard a knock on the door.

I kept the curtains open to enjoy the breathtaking view outside while keeping the balcony doors closed to keep rainwater out. I opened the door to my room only to find one of the maids waiting outside.

"Good morning" I greeted her.

"Good morning, you have been called down for breakfast" she replied politely.

"Alright, let them know that I will be down in 5 minutes", I assured her.

"Okay, will inform them", she said and left from there whilst I closed the door and entered the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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"Assalamu Alaikum" I greeted everyone and they all replied back to my salam in a chorus.

I gave mom and dad a quick kiss on their cheeks and sat on the empty chair next to my mom, to have my breakfast.

"Finally! our soon to be groom is here to have his breakfast" joked Saad, my older brother.

Ya Allah, why did you choose to make him my brother?

I didn't pay him any attention to him and started having my breakfast.

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