Qalb e Jaan

A start.

                           
                                             
(Whoever does good, whether male or female, and is a believer, We will surely bless them with a good life, and We will certainly reward them according to the best of their deeds.)                                                                                   [16:97]

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                             As the night’s veil lifts, the sky transitions into a soft, serene blue hue, like a gentle whisper of the divine.

The blue tone deepens gradually, radiating a sense of calmness and tranquillity. The sky’s canvas is painted with shades of light and dark blue, sky blue, and powder blue clouds, blending harmoniously to create a breath-taking vista, symbolizes hope, new beginnings, and the promise of a fresh start. It’s as if the sky itself is embracing the dawn, welcoming the sun’s rays, and inviting all to bask in its soothing beauty. But today as if Sun is hidden behind those clouds enjoying it’s vacation.

There was a heavy rainfall last night, the usual, magical weather of London. The sky is still filled with blue and dark clouds pouring little drizzles outside.

The believing souls are awake, rushing back to their homes from Mosque, after morning prayer under umbrellas and raincoats, protecting themselves from pitter patter droplets.

And those who didn’t get chance to go outside are out of bed praying  inside their home.

Among those people, there is a boy who could not go out today due to his bad health. He’s done with his prayer and now positioned on his study table with a laptop facing him and a dim yellow bulb on his table, creating a gentle, calm, warm and soothing environment.

The serene tranquillity of the boy immersed in writing something on his laptop, As he type, his fingers dance across the keyboard, leaving trails of thought and imagination. His brow is smooth, his sleepy eyes calm, and his lips curve into a gentle smile, as if the words themselves bring him joy. The tap of his keyboard is the only sound, a soothing melody that harmonizes with the rhythm of his heart.

His curly brown hair ruffled, his night clothes a bit rumpled, but his focus is sleek and streamlined, like a river flowing effortlessly to its destination. The world around him fades away, leaving only the soft glow of creativity, illuminating the beauty of his mind.

His writing is a reflection of his soul, a symphony of thoughts and emotions that flow from his heart to the blank page. As he writes, he is free, unshackled from the chains of doubt and fear, his beauty radiant like a sunrise on a new day.

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“Yes, I’m almost there,” he said into the phone, then paused to listen, he was walking on the sidewalk while talking on his phone.

He was wearing a white hoodie over black jeans, and the hood was pulled up in a way that only his lips were visible as he spoke on the phone. He was in a hurry to get somewhere, which was evident from his pace.

The misty fog, a signature of London’s mornings, begins to lift, revealing the majestic architecture of iconic landmarks like Big Ben, the Tower of London, and St. Paul’s Cathedral. The Thames River flows gently, its calm waters reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. The air is crisp and cool, carrying the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafting from cozy cafes.

“Yes, wait for me, don’t leave.” He ended the call and pocketed it.

Despite the hustle and bustle, there’s a sense of calm, a feeling that the city is slowly waking up, stretching its arms, and preparing for another vibrant day.