Noor Ahmad, a girl trying to find her way back to her faith after experiencing a terrible accident.
Khalil Hassan, a guy who moves back home after years, realising that this dunya is all just temporary.
How will these lost souls cope with the chan...
"Noor? I asked what you're gonna order." Neha says, looking to me expectedly.
"Uh- yeah, I'll have a beef burger and chips." I reply, still reeling myself from my thoughts.
Neha nods as she turns her attention back on ordering the food on her phone.
I get up from my bed to grab some water from the kitchen.
It had been a little over a month since Khalil and I last had spoken.
I was frustrated at him more than anything.
I knew he was feeling guilty because of what had happened but I knew it was something he couldn't control.
I'd known that he was running again.
This time it was different though.
He wasn't running from responsibilities or the pressure of being a husband.
He was doing what he thought was best for me.
Distancing himself away from me so I wouldn't get hurt again.
But I missed him more than anything.
Our families didn't really know why I'd gone back home.
I had told them that I was homesick and would go back in a few weeks so nobody really questioned it.
Neha and Hala knew though, they could see right through me and I could never keep a secret from them.
Today felt long and difficult though.
It was Khalils Mama's death anniversary.
Today was hard for everybody and I was thinking about when to visit her grave.
The last time I went there was just before my first accident and I'd often go every week but since then I haven't been able to. Today was different though.
Checking my phone, it read 3pm already.
Taking a mental note of the fact that Khalil might be there, I erased it from my mind.
I didn't want to think of him but the person who today was all about.
"Neha, do you want my burger? I think I'm gonna go out for a bit." I ask, from the bottom of the staircase.
"No problem girl!" She replies, causing me to giggle.
Neha was a few months pregnant now and had cravings for everything and anything.
"I'll get you a McDonald's frappe, Asalamulaikum!" I call out to her as I grab my bag and keys.
"Walaikumsalam!" She shouts back.
10 minutes later, I arrive at the floristry shop to pick the flower bouquet I want.
I wanted a mix of all her favourites.
Choosing a few baby breaths and hydrangeas, I passed them to the florist who wrapped them carefully in the paper.
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