Knitted By Time

Caught off guard

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It was around 2:30 In the morning, when Inaya gasped out of breath and woke up traumatized. The memories from the past still linger on her mind making it difficult for her to sleep peacefully.

The last time she slept peacefully was four years back and up to date she didn't have a peaceful sleep. When Inaya woke up straight,  her clothes were almost drenched from all the sweat her body had radiated because of the fear. Inaya didn't have to turn on the light, because she NEVER turns it off even when she is asleep in the first place.Without any further thought, she quickly went to the washroom to take a cold bath to control her thoughts and changed into more comfortable pajamas .

By the time she came out, she had already taken ablution and mumbled the supplication after completing the ablution. She reached out her hands to pick up the prayer mat which was kept neatly folded inside the big red drawer and started praying tahajjud . By the time she finished her Tahajjud and Fajr salah, she felt so weak in front of her rabb that she fell asleep in that posture.

Earlier it was sweat which dripped all over her body making it uncomfortable for her though she was unconscious. Now it was tears which dripped all over her face making her vision blurry, but she felt comfortable knowing that each tear bought her closer to Allah.

Later that morning,  Inaya woke up as she heard her phone ringing from the bed. Wondering who would have called her, so early in the morning,she walked towards her bed as she tilted her neck back and forth. Her neck had sprained because of the terrible posture she had slept in this whole morning.

"Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakallahu Inaya!!! I've got to tell you something...let's meet at Nightingale's cafe, So be there at 10 tomorrow," squealed Leeza with excitement. 

"Wa alaikumussalam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu Leeza!! What is it that you want to tell me about? " Inaya responded with curiosity covering her face.

"Nah nah!! You'll know it when we meet!" Replied back Leeza.

"Fine! Let's meet at 10 then... In sha Allah," responded Inaya knowing well enough that Leeza won't tell her anything now.

After a while when Inaya got up to check her watch she realized that she was almost late for her online class. She quickly connected her laptop to the zoom meeting.

Inaya always had pleasure in teaching younger generations.Unlike her parents who were both surgeons, she was a graduate from University of sacred heart and was a major in Bsc.Nutrition and dietics. She also planned on doing her MSC in the same college but the chances were only few, as the college only took in students who scored 90 plus percentage. 

Inaya handled five students plus she restricted it to only girls .One among them was Sarah who was a great student and also her best friend who had completed 5 juz . After getting connected, she waited for all the girls to join.

"Irshad!!! Where are my earphones? Pass them to me quickly," yelled Saarah. Saarah's meeting got connected even before she could realise, and she was unaware that her mic had turned on.
"Uhmmm...Saarah please mute yourself quickly," Inaya said as she sighed. Inaya was not expecting what she was going to witness later. Instead of muting the mic, Sarah had turned on her video. Sarah was seated on the couch near the huge courtyard and behind her was Irshad who was playing guitar vigorously from his room. If not for the network problem that Inaya faced , God knows what else she could have seen.