Eternal Bonds

13

As I finally broke free, a mix of emotions swirled inside me. I felt a sense of relief, but also a lingering fear that another storm was coming. My mind was a jumble of thoughts, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion.

I sat still, my face a mask of calm, but inside, I was a mess. The past year had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, and I felt drained. My heart wanted to keep going, but my body and mind were screaming for a break.

As I gazed out the window, the sky looked gloomy. Dark clouds hid the sun, and strong winds blew. The sky seemed to be crying, and its sadness echoed my own.

I felt an sudden ache in my heart.The pain was unexplainable.It felt like someone stabbed a nail in my heart and left me bleeding.I clutched my hand over my chest and Zaim glanced at me."Are you alright Yazia?"He asked and I nodded.

I didn't know how I was keeping myself from crying.Everyone was trying so hard to unalive me.Nothing was able to give me peace.Even praying.Maybe this was also a trail from allah.

"You can rest since you refuse to speak to me.I will leave you alone for sometime."He said and I nodded continuing to look out of the window.

A heavy weight pressed on my heart, making every breath a struggle. My body felt like lead, weighed down by sorrow. I longed to escape the pain and find happiness again. I sought refuge in prayer, seeking solace in the familiar rhythm of my faith.

As I prostrated myself on the prayer mat, tears streamed down my face. "Oh Allah," I cried, "this world has hurt me so much. I'm lost and alone, with no one to turn to. I've tried to be kind, but everyone seems to want to harm me. I'm exhausted from the pain."

In desperation, I begged Allah to grant me peace and strength. "You are my only refuge, my only hope. I've made mistakes, but you still love me and provide for me. Please, make me love you more than anything else, so I can find solace in your embrace."

I poured out my heart, asking Allah to be my witness on the Day of Judgement. "You saw how this world broke me, how everyone wronged me. Please, be my justice, my protector. I leave my case in your hands, knowing you will do what is right."

My lips moved, but no sound emerged. The room was engulfed in a painful silence, yet I could hear the deafening shatter of my heart. The pieces of my shattered soul lay scattered on the floor, like shards of broken glass. I was consumed by anguish, suffering from an incurable disease that only my Lord knew about. My heart was afflicted with a malady that no doctor could diagnose, no medicine could cure, and no therapy could heal. Only my Lord's tender touch could mend the fractures.

As I stood there, lost in my despair, I heard the door creak open. But I remained frozen, my eyes fixed on the prayer mat, my soul pleading for solace. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, but I didn't flinch. Then, a gentle voice whispered, "Asalamu alaikum warahmatullah hi wabarakatu." My gaze shifted to the right, and my eyes met a familiar pair of eyes that sparkled with love and compassion. My heart skipped a beat as I froze, my breath caught in my throat.

The eyes that gazed into mine were like a warm embrace on a winter's night, like a soothing balm on a wounded soul. They were the eyes of my comfort, my solace, my safe haven. I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to speak, but my voice was trapped, unable to escape the prison of my pain. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked at him, my vision blurry, my heart overflowing with emotions.

I flung my arms around him, holding him tightly, as if I would never let him go. Tears streamed down my face like a river, washing away the pain, the sorrow, the heartache. He chuckled, his warm breath on my ear, his arms wrapping around me like a shield, protecting me from the world. I tried to speak, to tell him how much I needed him, how much I loved him, but my voice was lost in the depths of my sorrow. All I could do was hold him, hold him tightly, and let the tears flow.