Until I Met You ✔️.

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NAEEM.
Algiers, Algeria.

I think I'm starting to feel something for Aman. Which I don't find funny. I don't know how this happened, and I'm not proud of it. I decide to wake up to pray one last tahajjud during Ramadan, so I go to bed early.

I wake up around three in the morning and perform wudhu, and while praying, I ask Allah for guidance and strength, and I also thank Him for allowing me to witness the beginning and ending of this beautiful month.
And then I pray for Allah to protect me from making the wrong decision and for Him to choose the right person for me.

I go back to sleep after reading the Quran and awaken an hour later for fajr. After praying fajr in the mosque, I don't go back home; instead, I go for a walk to clear my head. I love these early morning walks because that's when everything and everyone is quiet.

After going back home from my walk, I go back to my room and continue this self-help book I've been reading before Ramadan started. I took a break when Ramadan started so I could focus on my deen.

A few pages in, I start to yawn, so I drop the book and set up my alarm for eight thirty. I have to be on time for the Eid salah today as I am the one leading the salah.



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I did make it to the mosque on time, and it was a successful prayer, Alhamdulilah. I met up with Sheikh Ayman and Usama outside the masjid, and we stopped to chat for a bit before heading for the car where Mama and Abi are already waiting.

"You did very well, my son, ma shaa Allah; may Allah bless and protect you, habibi." Mama prays Abi, and I chorus an "Ameen." While driving to my sister's house, Maryam. We are having lunch there together, in shaa Allah, as a whole family.

We arrive at Maryam's place, and her baby Afrah has grown so much since the last time I saw her, "Oncle Naeem!" She yells, running towards me for a hug. "I see you've missed me." I smile, bending to her height.

"Of course I missed you, Oncle," she giggles, showcasing her tiny teeth. "Well, I brought you sweets," I say, bringing them out of my pocket. "Yay!" she yells, running off.

"What do you say, Abnati?" Maryam scolds, "Thank you, Oncle." She smiles shyly. "Allow her to be Maryam," I chuckle. "And you're welcome, Afrah."

Abdullah, Maryam's husband, comes down, and we all have lunch out in their backyard. It's been an amazing Eid so far. It's the best I've had in a while, too.
"The food was amazing, Maryam," I compliment. "Thank you, Naeem. I'm glad you liked it," Maryam smiles.

"Although Abdullah helped me out a bit, you see, some of the credit does go to him," she adds, and we all laugh. All in all, it was a great afternoon, Alhamdulilah.

After lunch at Maryam's place, I take Abi and Mama home before going off to take a walk around the neighbourhood.

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