She said:
"I abandoned everything I held dear, trusting Allah with my heart. If He decrees us to be together, no power on earth can defy His will. But if not, then I pray He grants me the strength to endure this storm."
He said:
"I despised the fire...
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Zara stumbled into the room and collapsed to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Rose and Jennie's eyes widened in shock and concern as they rushed to her side, their hearts breaking at the sight of their friend in such a state. Jennie quickly closed the door behind them, while Rose gently removed Zara's veil, revealing her tear-streaked, red face.
Rose cupped Zara's face, wiping away the endless stream of tears with a tenderness born of deep friendship and concern.
"Zara, what happened, dear?" Rose asked, her voice trembling with worry. "Please, tell us."Zara tried to speak, but her sobs choked her words. She felt utterly broken, as if the weight of her pain was too much to bear. "He... he
"Who, Zara? Just tell us," Jennie urged, gripping her shoulders. Rose was sobbing beside her, heartbroken by the sight of Zara in such pain.
"Please, Zara, calm down. Stop crying," Rose said, wrapping her arms around Zara and stroking her clothed hijab. Zara began to sob loudly, clenching onto Rose. Though she often tried to appear strong, inside, she was deeply sensitive and broken.
"Who did this, hmm?" Rose asked gently, continuing to caress Zara."J-Jungkook... he..." Zara whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"I will not let him get away with this!" Rose exclaimed, her anger boiling over.
"I want to be alone, please," Zara whispered, her voice trembling.Jennie and Rose nodded, their faces set with anger and determination as they walked out of the room, leaving Zara to her solitude.
As they exited, Jennie turned to Rose. "We need to figure out exactly what happened. This can't go unanswered."
"I agree," Rose said, her voice shaking with emotion. "But right now, Zara needs space. We'll be there for her, and when she's ready, we'll get to the bottom of this."
Zara sat there, crying her heart out. She couldn't understand when she had become so sensitive, when she had started taking things so deeply to heart. Gathering her strength, she stood up and walked towards the bathroom to perform her ablution. The cold water felt refreshing against her heated skin, helping to calm her racing mind, if only for a moment.
After returning, she laid out her prayer mat. Tears continued to stream down her face as she began to pray, her sobs barely controlled. Her knees felt weak, and she placed her hands on them to steady herself as she sat back to perform sujood. As she bowed down, pressing her forehead to the mat, her heart felt like it was shattering into a million pieces.
"Ya Allah, I am sorry. I am really sorry. I don't know why, but it hurts, Allah. It hurts so much," she whispered, her voice breaking.
After completing her salah, Zara raised her hands in supplication. She cried silently, her eyes fixed on her trembling hands, unable to find the words to express the turmoil in her heart. Her tears fell like rain, each drop a testament to her inner pain.
