Scarred Beauty

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PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW!!!

Pakeesa

"Hussain ji, this has to be Allah's miracle. I was praying and look who Allah showed us." Pakeesa was so happy that she finally got her dua answered.

Hussain's face was adorned with a smile. He was content, too. They had been searching for Fathima ever since they found out she had changed hospitals. They were very grateful to Fathima. She had saved their only child, Nuzha.

Pakeesa had so many complications during pregnancy, but after a lot of years of duas and prayers, Allah blessed them with a beautiful girl.

When Nuzha ran to the busy road, Pakeesa felt her soul withering away, but Alhamdulillah, Allah had sent Fathima.

Pakeesa had witnessed Fathima's accident. How she saved their child and got hit by a car herself.

It was them who took Fathima to the hospital. They even paid her bills. But they never ended it there. They wanted to thank Fathima in person and make sure that she is recovering.

Unfortunately, after five days of admitting her to the hospital, they were informed that Fathima had changed hospitals.

Yet, it was not Fathima who changed the hospitals but her miser of a stepmother.

Wiping the tears, Pakeesa decided to get back into the masjid. She saw Fathima talking to Amina, an elderly Quran scholar. They were laughing, and it clearly showed that they were close.

Pakeesa slowly proceeded with her nafl prayer. Internally deciding what to do next. During prayer, Pakeesa submitted herself completely to her Lord. The one who knows everything sees everything and hears everything.

Teardrops flowed down her cheeks. She was happy and at the same time sad. By the time she finished her prayer, Fathima was gone. But that's not a problem, she thought.

"Assalam Alaikum waRahmathullah." she greeted Amina.

Amina, with her wrinkled smile, greeted back.

"That was Fathima, right?" she started.

Amina squinted her eyes. She studied the woman before her. "Pakeesa! Yes, that was Fathima. Do you know her?"
Amina straightened her position on the floor.

Pakeesa texted her husband to go home and made herself comfortable on the floor. "Yes, I know her..." With a deep exhale, she recited how she knew Fathima, how much they wanted to find her.

Amina had a face that showed she was not shocked or surprised to hear the story, "I always knew that Fathima was very selfless. A good child and a faithful servant of Allah(swt). She was one of my students." Amina told with a proud face.

"Student?"

"Yes. She is a hafizah. She studied Islam at a young age and completed the memorization of the Quran under me." Amina looked at the Quran beside her. A small smile on her lips, "I always say, if you want to hear a woman reciting Quran, go to Fathima. Masha Allah, Alhamdulillah, the child recites Qur'an miraculously. Everyone cries, listening to her."

The admiration for Fathima increased many folds in the heart of Pakeesa.

Masha Allah TabarakAllah.

Suddenly, something inside her rang. Her heartbeat increased. Maybe she knew exactly how to help Fathima in getting a job. A job that Fathima will love no matter what.

"Do you have Fathima's number, Aminabi?" Amina looked at her from her book.

"Number? Mmmm... Must be somewhere in my phonebook." Carefully placing the book aside, Amina with slightly trembling hands took her handbag into her lap and started rummaging in it.