FILZA - His Pious Rose

Chapter 1

Filza's POV :

I opened my eyes slowly rubbing them to check the time. It was 3:00 AM I rolled on my bed a couple of times which is a ritual to shoo away my sleep. Today was different ; for the past month and half , I've been waking up early to offer tahajjud salah for this particular day which is a crucial day as it is going to be the turning point in my life... I offered salah tears pouring in prostration...

" Ya Allah please please pleaseee you are the only one who can help me now as you always do... You know my desperation . I trust you the most ya Allah , so pleaseeeee make me succeed in this... I promise to offer Nafawil once it's successful Ya Rab... so pleaseeee Ya Rabi grant me success"

After offering tahajjud salah I recited the Quran for a while before it was time for Fajr salah. My usual wake up time was 4.30 am , unlike these past few months. I freshened up , prayed fajr, and started my day .

I stepped out of my room and went downstairs to greet my family with a morning hi (Salam)... Mom was in the kitchen preparing breakfast with the maids . I walked over , lightly side-hugged , giving a little squeeze and whispered "Assalamu Alaikum sweetheart" she replied "Wa'alaikum assalam Cutiepie" in her sweet voice offering me a cup of coffee to drink.

I took the coffee from sweetheart and headed to the dining hall near the kitchen to sit and have my coffee. Lost in deep thoughts, I didn't realize when I zoned out. Suddenly I heard Dad's voice breaking through my thoughts "Assalamu Alaikum Cutiepie"

I flinched slightly, caught off guard by his unexpected greeting. Dad chuckled at my reaction, teasing, "Cutiepie you zoned out again ?" Because this is happening for the 'n'th time now... I sheepishly smiled and replied "Wa'alaikum assalam and Good morning, love" He returned the greeting with a smile at my habbit of calling him 'love' and settled beside my chair, ready to start the day together.

Time passed to 8.00 AM and the family finished their breakfast. Mom was in the kitchen making juice for me, while Dad joined me in the living room. Books were scattered around me as I delved into my studies, completely focused on it .

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Author's POV:

Zayn noticed the clock and asked Filza "Cutiepie isn't it time to get ready? it's 8.00 AM already". She took a glance of the clock, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her "Yes dad, let me get ready, but I'm feeling soooo nervous and I don't know why..."

Zayn saw her being nervous so he moved closer to her enveloping her into a comforting hug , reassuring her "My piece of heart, You've worked so hard and kept your faith strong. If Allah has planned this for you, then no power on Earth can stop it from reaching you, Insha'Allah you'll do well so don't worry, okay"

She hugged him back whispering "Insha'Allah" . Zara came out of the kitchen with the juice, witnessing the touching father-daughter moment. She smiled and playfully reminded them "I know you guys are caught up with your Dad-daughter moments, but its getting late so get ready fast" They both turned their heads towards Zara answering in unison "Okay sweetheart, we're going"

Zayn and Filza looked at eachother and shared a laugh as they gave the same response simultaneously which made Zara join the laugter. Handing Filza the Apple juice, Zara instructed her to finish it before heading to her room. Filza quickly drank the juice and made her way to her room to get ready.

Inside Filza's room, she stood infront of the dressing table, speaking to herself as she combed her hair, "What if I flop? astaghfirullahhhhh, what Am I talking...?" she lightly tapped her head with the comb, shaking off the negative thoughts and spoke "Nothing will happen, and you'll do well Filza. No, no, you'll do great Filza... so stop talking nonsense and have faith in Allah. He won't let you down..."