"Sultan saab"
"Gee," Sultan turned his attention to Aaliyah, his hand still on his uniform as he got ready. Fatima sat on Aaliyah's lap, as she brushed her hair.
"We need to find our own house before Fatima enters school. We can't live like this forever." Aaliyah looked around the small room, and then at Fatima , stress hid itself in her eyes. Sultan nodded, he watched Fatima as she smiled at him cluelessly,
"We'll start looking,"
And they did. They searched for a house for months, but they found it difficult to find one that was affordable.
Aaliyah walked over to Sultan with a bag and handed it to him. Sultan looked at it then at her.
"What is it?"
Aaliyah had a firm look in her eyes.
"Gold"
Sultan opened the bag, inside was Aaliyah's jewellery.
"Aaliyah."
He shook his head, looking at her, his gaze soft.
"I can't take this. These were your gifts."
Aaliyah placed her hand on his.
"Getting a house is more important, gold we can buy again, I've kept some don't worry"
"Are you sure?"
Aaliyah nodded, and Sultan sighed, he tucked a strand of her brown locks behind her ear and rested his forehead on hers.
The gold that Aaliyah kept were pieces she felt she could not give. A set her mother bought her, the necklace she won in the prize drawer and the anklet sultan gave her.
Their search went on, after a year of patience and prayers they found a house in the countryside. Aaliyah wanted a place where they would not be influenced by anyone else and this seemed perfect.
"Bismillah irahma niraheem"
Aaliyah entered the house for the first time after settling the deal and was about to cry. The house was spacious, the garden large and the house felt like home. She let go of Fatima's hand and she zoomed off making sounds of excitement.
"Thanks be to Allah"
Sultan wrapped his arms around her and a tear of joy fell down her face. She relaxed into his embrace feeling as though she could take a deep breath for the first time.
"Sultan we did it"
He smiled, his hand stroking her back.
"Yes we did."
A scream from upstairs shocked the two out of their little moment and they ran as fast as they could. 'Why did I leave my 3 year old unsupervised!' Aaliyah thought, getting to the room, but all she saw was Fatima laying on the blue carpet of one of the rooms, with her face planted in the fluffy rug.
"Mama!" Fatima was smiling widely and Aaliyah was trying to recover from the sheer panic she'd felt 2 seconds ago. Fatima was not hurt, instead she had fallen in love with the fact that one of the rooms had a deep blue coloured carpet.
"Is everything okay!"
Sultan appeared behind Aaliyah expecting a crying Fatima, only to be met with a happy ball of excitement.
"Papa!" She gestured towards the carpet
"It's blue!"
Sultan leaned on the doorframe and looked at Aaliyah then began laughing. Aaliyah shook her head looking at him.
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Tawakkul
Romanceوَيَمْكُرُونَ وَيَمْكُرُ ٱللَّهُ ۖ وَٱللَّهُ خَيْرُ ٱلْمَـٰكِرِينَ {They plan and Allah plans and surely Allah is the best of planners} a story of faith,hardship, and love. Aaliyah, an intelligent young girl born and raised in lahore, top of her c...