A spinoff of Her Replaced Husband
#Ideally to be read after HRH
🔴Not a Standalone
Mastoorah
The nice, upright, and assertive girl who always finds herself distant from everyone around her. Her mother's death has a strong influence on her and that'...
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Faris
The next morning, I reached Dad's house using the first opportunity I got. I was worried about Faraan and felt a need for me should be there for him. Mama was crying and as soon as she saw me, she hugged me.
"How is Faraan?" I asked her as I separated from me when she got a bit stable.
She scrunched her nose. "He is not fine. He just wants to see her."
"What exactly happened?" I proceeded.
"He hadn't been very happy and in good health since Mastoorah left him. But yesterday morning, after fajr prayer, when he was coming back home, he suddenly fell on the way while clutching his chest tightly and yelling in agony followed by fainting. The bystanders there took him to the hospital and there it was revealed that he suffered a heart attack."
"Ya Allah," I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair.
I quickly headed for Faraan's room. He was sleeping by lying flat on his bed. As soon as I clicked on the door, his dry lips quivered and his eyelids trembled.
"Mastoorah...Baba k Jaan. Come back to Baba," he whispered, moving his fingers wide as though he wanted to feel the touch of his daughter.
He was looking way more ill than before right now. His condition broke my heart. I came forward and held his weak hand.
"Faraan..." I murmured.
"Mastoorah...please forgive Baba, beta....come back to Baba..." Maybe with every knock, on every noise, he was thinking of only one person and that was Mastoorah.
"Faraan, wake up. It's me," I again said, gently while patting his forehead.
He slowly opened his eyes and they locked on me. He hissed in pain before clutching my hand. "Faris, my...my daughter. How is my child? Did you meet her? Is she fine?"
I nodded. "I did. She is fine, Faraan. Don't worry about her. She will understand your situation any time soon because she is an understanding kid. Don't stress yourself like this."
Many tears fell from his eyes. "How I can't? My child hates me. I don't feel like living anymore. I am a horrible person who bit everyone who was nice to me. Why am I even alive and taking the world's space and oxygen? I should be dead."
"God forbid, Faraan. Don't say things like that. Brace yourself. Allah has given you a big responsibility to teach innocent children HIS Book, lead prayers in your guide, and spread HIS words and instructions by your amazing voice which goes to every house and every place. Mastoorah will eventually realize that you love her. Show her this by your changed ways and love for Allah and HIS creation," I told him.
He exhaled a puff of air in dismay. "I hurt everybody. The weight of all my sins is eating me alive."
"No, only Allah knows what's inside hearts. Maybe I am a bigger sinner than you and you are one of HIS liked people because you have spent your life in HIS praise and don't hurt anybody," I smiled.
