IT was mid night the moon was full hideing behind a cloud with the stars decorateing the sky . Jalal woke up from his place near his wife in the bed unable to sleep, he headed outside the house and started to walk towards the masjid. Upon reaching the masjid he made abulotion and enter the small masjid of their village , two mullahs were reciting the holy quran and a few men with ragged cloths were sleeping like refuges in the house of god.
Jalal headed towards the corner of the masjid wich was dark with the only source of light the lantern that the mullah had lit to recite the Quran.Jalal prayed two rakaths and stayed still after finishing his salaha. Drops of tears rolled down from his eyes and dripped in his beard as he closed his eyes as the pain in his bossom kept incresing. The vision of his beloved wifes sorrow filled eyeys , his sisters little babe, his mothers concerns for him and the peoples pitty looks filled his eyes. His sholders quirecked as he raised his hands towards the skys , calling out to his lord, his only sustainer, his only hope and the only one whom he shares his sorrows with.
"Every time we see a child, hear a giggle or a cry their is pain in our heart, a pain not jelousy,not envey , just pure pain and pitty that we would not be able to experience the same ! The fruit , the product of our love would never be witnessed by us!Yaa Allah have you abonded us!? have you nt heard out cried and seen our sorrows, you are indeed the most seeing and hearing plese look into the small wish of this heart and fullfill them.Bless us with a life in wich we can atleast witness a tiny toe ,our tiny toe!Do not abond us or our criesa and prayers unheard! Ya Allah please let me live to see a baby, our baby,Jameela and my babe!"
Jalals shoulders were quircking his physis shivered as tears flowed from his eyes like crystal drops.He would potrary him self as a strong man but only with his lord, his creator was he the most vulnerable.
An arm around his shoulders bought him back from his emotions and he quickly wiped the tears and manned up. As he glaced to the source of the hands he saw a person he had never seen before, with a completely white attaire like the mullah with a turban on his head."My son! What ever it is that caused the tears of rememberence ,Allah will full fill it before you return to him!"
Jalal unconsiously said "Inshallah" hearing which the mullah went back to his spot reciting the quran .With a renwed hope jalal got up and took a Quran from the shelf and started reciting it.
