"...and the one who loves, will always keep you like a rose, even it's broken petals, in his favourite book like a treasure."
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It is said prayers are answered in the most astonishing and unexpected moments o...
It is not your wealth or children that bring you closer to Us. But those who believe and do good-it is they who will have a multiplied reward for what they did, and they will be secure in (elevated) mansions.
(Quran 34:37)
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An apron draped over his black clothes, Winter resting on his shoulder as Dawood diligently worked on shaping the plants and removing the weeds
He looks at Noor, few inches away making him wonder how could she possibly be rosier than a rose which she is watering.
Getting used to his gaze is yet to be an acquired habit, "I didn't know you were into gardening.. "
"I wasn't, I rather found it boring when ammi and baba used to do it together. Ever since they left, I've engaged myself into this. " He sighs looking at the tall trees, "I guess I've done pretty well. Perhaps I got used to doing it but today is exceptionally soothing. "
"So.. you keep your memories fresh by doing these? "
Winter jumps down and walks away. Taking this as cue to move closer to Noor, he holds her hand taking her by surprise. He takes the watering can, "there are other reasons too, Whoever is kind to the creatures of God is kind to himself."
(Hadith: Bukhari)
"There is none amongst the Muslims, who plants a tree or sows seeds, and then a bird, or a person or an animals eats from it, but is regarded as a charitable gift for him"
(Hadith: Bukhari)"
"Coffee? " he asks walking with her through the trees.
She hums, too focused on their intertwined hands and the feeling as if to be walked through a heavenly bosquet. Heavenly and content.
Mothers are right, they always are. Fourteen year old Noor would've been surprised to be a living a dream.
Dawood looks at her, the wind gushing through, the strands of hair loosen themselves from her scrunchie, allowing them to caress her cheek. Every time he looks at her, fascination dawns into him.
"Was it tiring? "
He devoutly tries to memorize the manner her gaze gracefully levels to his. His gaze is intense, she barely manages to voice herself, her lips motion 'what? '
"Gardening.. was it tiring? "
"Oh! No.. It's was exceptionally soothing. " One side of lips twitch upwards waiting for his reaction.
He huffs a small laugh but gets serious quickly, "smirk again doctor and i really will fall harder."
She brushes her hair behind her ear and walks into the kitchen which is connected to the garden, with him tagging along.
