His Nostalgic Love | Halal ff | thv

~ Part 6 ~

Ahmed's POV

I was driving my car at a fast speed the whole day, avoiding going home until it became 8:30 pm. Finally, I decided to head to my own apartment. Upon reaching, I went straight to my room without even changing clothes. I performed my ablution and spread my prayer mat. It was late, so I decided to pray Esha Salah at home instead of going to the masjid. After completing my Esha Salah, I felt the need to pray nafal to relax my mind. Once done, I raised my hands for Dua and my eyes became teary,

"Oh my Rab, I'm truly sorry. I feel ashamed for my actions and the hurtful words I uttered. I know I once loved her, and now I can't even face her. How can I face You, my Rab? Please forgive me. I understand I'm not perfect, but I promise to try my best to avoid angering You. Help me control my nafs e ammarah , and don't let it control me. I'm so ashamed. I have no rights over her, and I'm not even sure if I still love her. I'm so confused, Allah. Please grant peace to my heart. If she is meant for me, then grant her to me. If not, I trust Your decisions. Keep her away from me if that's Your will."

I started to cry uncontrollably and collapsed onto the prayer mat, consumed by my emotions. Eventually, I was startled by the ringing of my phone. I slowly rose to my feet, wiping away tears, and answered the call. It was Umer.

"Hey bro, where have you been all day? Mom is really worried about you, man. Come home; she hasn't eaten anything because of you!"

"Assalamualaikum, Umer. I'm at my apartment. Please tell mom not to wait for me tonight. I'm very tired, and I need to rest. I'll come home in the morning. Allah Hafiz."

With that, I ended the call and collapsed back onto my bed, drifting into a restless sleep, unaware of the passage of time.

Author's POV

On the other hand, Aira was sleeping in her room after returning from the farewell. She had slept right after praying her Asr Salah, as her mother anticipated she would be exhausted. Ayeza was aware of everything but chose not to tell her mother to prevent her from worrying about Aira. Tomorrow, Mr. Fahad was expected to arrive from Dubai, and Rohan was out with his friends.

At 8 pm, Aira woke up and went to the washroom to perform ablution for her Esha Salah. She spread her prayer mat and offered her Salah with tears streaming down her eyes the entire time. After completing her Salah, she fell into prostration, unable to control her emotions, and began to cry in sobs.

"Yallah, You are Al Rahman Al Raheem. Please, please free my heart from everything that is not good for me. Please don't let me fall for someone who is not written for me. Ya Ilahi, I promise I'll never do anything to make You angry. Please calm my heart. If he is not written for me by You, then please help me forget him. I just realized and confirmed that I liked him from the start, but I never let my feelings control me. I tried to ignore them, and I'm relieved that I didn't do anything that would go against my Deen. I'm happy that back then, I didn't realize I also liked him but never accepted it. I know if he is destined for me, then no power in the world can keep us apart. But also, if he is not destined for me, then no power in the world can bring us together."

She fell asleep in her prostration. After some time, Ayeza entered her room, ensuring everyone else had gone to sleep, as she had promised her mother she would take care of her dinner before resting. She found Aira sleeping peacefully on the prayer mat, looking like a contented baby. Ayeza approached her gently and caressed her back, causing Aira to flinch and then gaze at Ayeza with doe eyes.

In a soft voice, Ayeza asked, "Belle, I know you haven't eaten anything. Come and have some dinner hmm. Eomma made macaronis specially for you." Aira replied, "But Eonnie, I'm not hungry." Ayeza insisted, "I know why you're not hungry, but I'll make you eat even if you don't want to. No excuses. Come, or I'll bring the food here."