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Unforgettable Journey

Year 2038

Mastoorah

All my eyes could see till the last sight was water. Only water. The clean, blue water glowed with the dazzling rays of the sun, giving it a view of gold. My heart picked a pace because of this alarming scenario. I was walking towards the water like a robot. I wanted to stop but my feet seemed not to be under my control. They had a brain of their own and regulated their steps towards my biggest phobia.

I hated water. Why was I moving in its direction? It would engulf me in its strong waves and then I would die. I would die just like her. These cruel tides would swallow me as they did with her.

Then suddenly I saw a bright light at the end of the sea. It was so astonishing that it impinged on my eyes, causing me to shut them tightly.

"Mastoorah." I hear a sweet, melodious, and soft voice.

"Mastoorah, my heart. My love. My precious girl, open your eyes." The same again called me.

When I glanced back, my jaw dropped finding a woman in place of that initial glow. She had a face filled with light. She looked like an angel. She was smiling at me and had her both arms wide open for me.

"Mama," I whispered on my own. It felt like now my tongue had a heart of its own and it immediately recognized this woman.

"Hold your necklace, my love. You will be fine. Mama always prays for you," she mumbled.

I did as she asked but after a few seconds, my hold on the pendant loosened and I was practically thrown by someone forward.

"Mama...Mama...Mama...I am going to die. Please help me," I screamed while crying.

"Don't cry, Mastoorah Jaan. Recite Ayat Al Kursi," she informed me.

I started reciting Ayat Al Kursi loudly but abruptly my body jerked and my limbs shivered.

When I opened my eyes once again, I found myself in my bed, drenched in sweat. The Ayat Ul Kursi was on my tongue. 

وَسِعَ كُرْسِيُّهُ ٱلسَّمَـٰوَٰتِ وَٱلْأَرْضَ ۖ

That was what I was reciting. I immediately completed the Ayat Ul Kursi and sat up, looking at a sleeping Aliha on my right side.

Today I saw my mother in my dream. That was for the first time but how distraught that meeting was. I was just about to die but got saved because of Ayat Ul Kursi.

My mother.

How beautiful she was. I wished I had had a chance to sit beside her and hug her in my dream.

I held my necklace in my hand and kissed it. It had a picture of Kaaba and Rauza e Rasul (Peace be upon him) engraved on it. It belonged to my Mama. I will always cherish it.

It was almost dusk when I woke up from my sleep. Soon the melodious sound of Azan reverberated in the surroundings. I quickly placed my scarf over my head and left the bed to perform the salah of Fajr.

When I came back into the room after performing ablution, I reached near Aliha. She was the daughter of Uncle Zaryab and Aunt Javaria. Uncle Zaryab was the brother of Aunt Hania, the woman who rescued me and took care of me for these sixteen years. But now as she became a widow, she was back at her parents' house. Aliha was three years younger than me but because of her gentle nature, we became good friends and even shared the same room too.

By living here for a year, I met Aliha's Aunt; Aunt Ajwa, and her family as well. In fact, due to Aliha, I got an introduction to her cousin Eizal as well. She was the complete opposite of me and Aliha. While I and Aliha shared a quiet and introverted demeanor, she was totally jolly, extroverted, and crazy. She was fearless, outspoken, and adventurous out of us three. Together, we made a group of three different personalities bound by a rope of friendship which I truly adore now.