As Ouahib arrives in town , carrying the weight of a family that has weathered hardships, including parental separation, and the lingering echoes of a once vibrant home, he embarks on a new beginning, yearning for a different chapter.
In contrast...
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Did I loose intentionally? YES!
Did I lie, just to let her win? YES!
Did I do it just to see her smile? YES!
Do I regret it? Hell NOO!
Do I have to ask for forgiveness, because I lied? YES! And I'm just doing that.
Ya Allah, please forgive me for lying, I don't know what got into me, but the urge to see her win was so immense that I didn't see another way.
But on a serious note, I wasn't interested in winning. She, on the other hand seemed to be keen on winning from this guy called Hamza, who was giving me glares, like I had already asked for her hand in marriage and he was secretly in love with her!
Wait!!! NO! This can't be! NO it's not true! I'm just overthinking it! Wait, it's possible! Allah! There is also a chance of Aaliyah liking someone else. The bouquet of flowers, she received on Valentine's day. NOOOO!
Allah, please don't do this to me! Is this already the answer to my prayer? Is this already a sign, that I should't approach her? Her introducing me as JUST a classmate and now this Hamza giving me the deadliest glares?
"Allah!" I whinned and started hitting the pillow, as if it would change something.
Okay! Ouahib, get a grip of yourself! Allah does everything for the good, Okay?!
Maybe it's not the right time? Maybe I still need to improve and come closer to my Deen? Maybe she needs time? There are endless Maybe's, that I just need to have sabr and trust!
Okay! Ouahib, remember to trust in Allah's plan. He knows what's best for you!
(It may be that you hate a thing and it is good for you, and it may be that you love a thing and it is bad for you, and God knows and you do not know.)
Now that I finished praying and asking for forgiveness, I wanted to revise for the upcoming exams.
I already gave two and three are left. The last two went well, according to me. The teacher who is going to grade it may have another opinion or maybe the same as me. Who knows?
It was just past Maghrib prayer, when Yemma came into my room. "Ouahib?" She called me out, while I was just taking out my stuff to study.
"Yes, Yemma?" I responded, putting down the books, I had just taken and faced her. She sighed walking towards my bed and sat on it.
Oh no! This is serious!
She made herself comfortable and patted the place beside her, asking me to take a seat. I did.
