𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. 7

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بسم الله

I walked out of the venue with Amaal together, walking towards the car park. She had forgotten something, and we both returned to the venue to find her bag still placed on the seat she was previously sitting on.

We head back out to the car park as I notice the presence of an unusually familiar figure standing next to my brothers. A tall, muscular sun kissed man wearing a black thobe and a red and white Emirati style keffiyah.

I had turned to face Amaal, but as he continued to speak to Adam, a familiarity in his voice reminded me of that jummah evening in the masjid. I shook my head, denying the thought, but his voice continued to linger in my mind, recalling the ayah's I heard him recite.

"It must be him," I whispered to myself, not realising Amaal could hear.

"Huh, who?" she asks, confused.

"Nah, nah, I was just thinking." I deny patting her back to enter the car, cutting off her chance to ask anymore questions. I glance back at them, but all I seen was the back of his head and hear his last salaams to Adam and his disappearing steps into his car.

Me and Amaal spontaneously plan to go out to eat at a desert parlour. Adam kindly offers to drop us off at the place as we make our way. As we entered, a sweet scent hovers the air, and the sound of small chatter fills the space. The atmosphere is calm and not too loud as we find a place to sit. We sat at a booth together, and Amaal finally got the opportunity to ask about what I mentioned out of thought previously.

"By the way, what were you whispering about earlier, hmm?"

"Umm, what do you mean?" I smiled sheepishly, playing with the menu.

"Don't act like you don't know," she sarcastically rolls her eyes.

"Okay, so remember that time I told you about that guy I heard reading Quran that jummah, it's him. he's the same guy that was talking to Adam when we left the muhadhara."

"That tall omani looking one?"

"yeah but i don't know. i could be wrong. i've never even seen him and could only recognise by his voice and build. i've never seen him around my brothers either. I probably got confused." i quickly tried to divert the flow of conversation before i got my hopes up. "anyway anyway what are you ordering?"

"The usual for me double stick oreo waffles -"

"with extra oreo chunks, sliced strawberries, and white chocolate sauce?" I finish off Amaals sentence.

"yessir," she winks at me, flicking her imaginary hair.

A waitress comes over to our table taking our orders as our chatters continue about the muhadhara. We showed each other the notes we had written from the talk. Our oder arrived shortly as we began to film our usual vlogs and mini mukbangs. Adam picks us up after we finish dropping Amaal off as we make our way home.

I get out of the shower changing into a dera and kanga proceeding to do some skin care. It's been quite hot lately, and despite me wearing a spf, the faint tan lines still appeared.

I walk along the corridor, hearing Zayd playing with his toys as I peep my head in his door. He immediately notices my presence as he runs up to the door with a smile pulling me in to play. We continue to play with his toys as he tells me about someone he met when he went to use the bathroom during the halaqah. Zayd continues to talk about him as he mentions his name at some point.

"Oh yeah, my new friends name is Ali, by the way," he smiles, all exited.
"Just like Ali from pre-school," I add, returning his smile and stroking his hair.

"Shall we get ready for bed?" I ask him as I start to tidy some toys away. He agrees and yawns and makes his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

The house begins to get quiet, and most lights are shut off. Putting Zayd to sleep and leaving his night light on, I reside in my own room and throw myself on my bed.

𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪?
𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.
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