"Ya Allah the only thing I need now is to have the honour of having a grave in Jannat-ul-baqi. Ya Rahman, You are the most Merciful. Alhamdulillah for everything I've been blessed with. Alhamdulillah for allowing me to raise my son the best way possible. O Lord, You are the Giver, all I need now is a little piece of earth from the sacred place. Ya Allah accept my prayers. Ameen Allahuma Ameen," I swiped my hands over my face after praying Isha prayer and making my dua. As I was folding my praying mat I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Come in habibti. You don't need to knock every single time it's just me here," I said to my daughter-in-law Fatimah. She's like a daughter I never had; I'm really blessed to have her in my life.
"No ummi this is one of the things Islam teaches us: to knock before entering. We have no right to invade someone's privacy," she said putting the tray on the table and handing over my cup of tea.
"Jazak Allahu Khairun habibti," I thanked her, "and yes you're right. We should do every little thing Islam teaches us," I said, smiling at her affectionately.
My son must have done something really good in his life to please Allah that he got such a pious and practicing wife and I pray that they should life happily together in dunya and akhirah.
"What happened ummi? Why are you smiling like that," Fatimah asked me.
"Nothing habibti. I was just thinking Ahmed must have done something really good that he got you as his wife."
"Aw ummi. You're so lovely, that's why you think like that. I'm really blessed to have people like you and Ahmed in my life. I can never be happier," she came and kissed me on my forhead. My jilbab slipped a bit so she began fixing it for me.
"Ummi this scar on your forehead, how did it happen? I always see it but never had enough courage to ask you. Maybe it's something you don't want to share...yeah?" she asked hesitantly, backing away.
"No habibti. It's just...it's a long story and you may..."
"And we have a lot of time ummi. I really want to know the story of your life. Ahmed always say that you've struggled a lot in our life and I'm really curious about it," she said almost pleading.
"Okay habibti if that's what you want, and then okay I'll tell you," I said putting my half empty cup down on the table. Fatimah was sitting cross legged on the bed across from me, taking small sips from her tea every once in a while and having her full attention towards me.
"Twenty five years ago when i was twenty..." I started.
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