''Preserved Flower.''

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The Grave of Asma would be visited by her recovered father, almost everyday.. After losing his wealth.. and his position as an Umayyad royal and as governor, he'd seek solace near his daughters grave.. His darkened heart, was longing for everything to turn back in time.. it was full of regret.. 

He had helped carry her casket to her resting place in where she would be buried.. He had nothing on his mind but regret, pain and torment for what he had done.. Allah had truly humbled him..

He would find himself seated in front of his daughters casket

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He would find himself seated in front of his daughters casket.. Talking to Allah, and imagining talking to Asma.. trying to form a sentence of what to say to her..

As days passed.. Zaynab and the children of Asma would notice that he was there every night.. Cherishing every moment he was closest to his daughter.. despite everything he had done..

Ubaidah would place his head on the casket of his daughters body on the day that she was going to be buried

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Ubaidah would place his head on the casket of his daughters body on the day that she was going to be buried.. He'd shake and drop a steady flow of tears onto the ground below him as he rubbed his face..

He had now made a fathers promise.. something he had never done before.. He had barely talked with his daughter or done anything with her.. Especially promising her something..

''I promise.. Ya Allah.. as a promise to her as well.. I will become a better man for her.. I will repent for the sins I have done.. For both you.. and her.. Please.. Allow me to strive to Jannah.. So I can see my daughter and tell her that I hate what I've done.. That I'm so angry with myself that the only time I can realize what I've done is horrible is when she spares me from execution! Please my lord.. Guide me towards Jannah.. So I can see her proud of me.. Grant my daughter.. and her husband.. and all the martyrs on that day.. The highest rank of Jannah..''

''Ameen!''

''Ameen!''

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