After I Met You✔️.

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AAMIR.
Algiers, Algeria.

Ramadan is gradually coming to an end, and I'm missing it already. The kind of peace and togetherness it brings amongst the people, the love it grows in people's hearts to engage in a lot of good deeds, and the calmness that surrounds us during this holy month. Hands down, Ramadan is my favourite month of the year, really, because the majority of all the miracles that happened in Islam happened during Ramadan.

How can one not love this month and strive to do more during this holy month to earn the blessings of Allah? I walk down the end of the hall to my room and take off my scrubs before taking a shower and taking a short nap before Asr'.

When I awake, Aman is already in the mosque, so I don't bother rushing, as there are a few things I need to tidy up before leaving for the mosque. Just as I'm on my way to the mosque, I receive a call from Naeem.

"Assalamu alaikum, Aamir?" He greets me immediately and picks up, "Waalikumus salam, Akhi, how are you?" "Fine, Alhamdulillah, you?" He asks, "I'm good too. Alhamdulillah, is everything fine?" "Well, uh, I just thought to let you know that maybe you should come pick up Aman; she hit her head really hard earlier, and I haven't seen her since," he explains.

"Lahaula, Wallahil Azim, this girl is so clumsy and stubborn," I exclaim, "it wasn't her fault really." He tries to say, "You don't know Aman, bro. It might not be her fault, but she's too stubborn to ask for help. I'll be right over, ok, Jazakallah khairan," I thank him. "Wa iyyak," he replies before ending the call.


I park my car and walk straight into the mosque, dialling Aman's umber. She finally picks up just as I'm contemplating sending someone to get her. "Assalamu Alaikum." She answers, "Where are you, Aman, and why haven't you been picking up your calls?" I demand.

"What is wrong with you this evening? I've been good. Alhamdulilah, thanks for asking. By the way, I wasn't close to my phone; that was why I didn't pick up." She sighs, "Get your bag and meet me outside; we are going home." I lie to her.

"But why didn't you just get here?" She questions I sigh before replying, "Just please come down; all is well. I'll explain everything on the way." I say, ending the call before she can say anything else.

She does come down a few minutes later, and, Oh My Allah, her forehead looks really bad. "Well done, Aman; you can as well clap for yourself now." I scold her as she stands in front of me, trying to cover her forehead. "It's nothing serious, Aamir. I'll be fine when I put some ice on it, in sha Allah." She argues.

There you go, guys. Aman is trying to make something so serious look so trivial. I hold onto her hand, and together we walk to the car, with her complaining about how it's nothing serious all the way to the hospital.






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With me complaining nonstop about Aman's habit of not asking for help in serious situations, she rests her head on the window and allows me to go on with my scolding.
"Who told you I had hit my head?" She asks me.

"None of your business, Aman. The person was a well-wisher who had the right to be concerned after seeing what your forehead looked like." I added taking a left turn. "Do you know it could have been worse?" I semi-yell, and I catch her discreetly rolling her eyes. This girl.

"But I'm fine," she whines. "That's it; you're not allowed to come to the mosque unless you're coming for tahajjud, ok?" I decided I shouldn't do this, but this is the only way to get her to stay home until she's much better. "But Aamir..." she starts to argue, "don't you dare finish that sentence!" I warn her, turning to look at her as I park the car in front of the house.

She huffs silently before grabbing her things and exiting the car. What a stubborn sister I have. I walk in after her and remove my shoes just as she begins yelling for Baba.

"Salam!" she yells, nothing bothering to say the salam completely. I chuckle, shaking my head at her antics. "Baba, Aamir is being mean again." She pouts when she sees him coming down the stairs. "Aman, what happened to you?" He exclaimed, rushing to see her forehead. Exactly what I thought when I saw her, Baba. So much for wanting to have him by her side.

Baba agrees with me on her not going to the mosque until she's much better, so she stumps off to her room to cool off. Sometimes, when she acts like this, I'm reminded of how she was when she was still young. She hasn't changed one bit.

Assalamu alaikum peeps!!! How was your Ramadan mine was hectic but I got a lot done Alhamdulilah. May Allah accept our ibaddah Āmin🤍.

I know this sounds like a repeat edition of book one but be patient we are getting there in sha Allah🥰.
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Bye xx.