(Time passed, and one evening, Nehal and Burak were sitting in the lounge. Nehal rested her head on Burak's shoulder while he read a nighttime surah. She sighed and said)
Nehal: "Oppa, my studies are about to be completed."
(Burak, still reading, replied)
Burak: "Yes, so what?"
Nehal: "After I complete my studies, what will I do? You know I wanted to get a job, but sadly, due to my disability, I can't. What will I do, just sitting in the house?"
(Burak put down the surah and looked at her thoughtfully)
Burak: "Nehal, just because you have a disability doesn't mean you can't have a fulfilling life or career and you don't need to worry about that. I'm here to fulfill your needs. I have a stable job, and you know my boss said that I might get a promotion soon."
(Nehal's eyes lit up)
Nehal: "Really? That's wonderful, oppa! But still, you know I wanted to earn money so I can take you to perform Umrah. I have to complete my promise to you."
(Burak's expression softened)
Burak: "Nehal, that promise means a lot to me, but your well being is more important. We will find a way to make that happen together. Your dreams and aspirations matter, and we'll work towards them, step by step. Just remember, you're not alone in this."
Nehal: "JazakAllah, oppa. I just want to contribute and make you proud."
Burak: "You already do, my sugar pie. In more ways than you know. Right now, just focus on your studies and on recovering your legs. You know, yesterday your doctor said that you are making progress. It's just a matter of a little more time, and then, InshAllah, my sister will soon start to walk on her own."
Nehal: " InshaAllah. "
(As Burak picked her up in his arms, he carried her gently to her room. He laid her down on the bed and kissed her on the forehead)
Burak: "Just hope for the best, InshaAllah. Allah will soon overcome all our difficulties."
Nehal: " I will keep hoping and praying."
(Burak nodded, his eyes filled with determination)
Burak: "That's my girl. Rest now."
(As he left the room, Nehal closed her eyes, feeling a renewed sense of hope and strength. She knew that with her brother's unwavering support and her faith in Allah, she could face any challenge that came her way)
(On the other hand, at night, Yousuf was back at the mosque. He sat with Mawlana, who was teaching him how to read the Noorani Qaida. Mawlana patiently guided him through the basic Arabic letters and sounds, ensuring he understood each one before moving on. Yousuf was a quick learner, but the process was still challenging. He repeated each letter and sound after Mawlana, his pronunciation improving with each attempt)
Mawlana: "Alif."
Yousuf: "Alif."
(He repeated, his brow furrowed in concentration)
Mawlana: "Ba."
Yousuf: "Ba."
(Mawlana paused and looked at him with a smile)
Mawlana: "You are doing well, Yousuf. With patience and dedication, you will soon be able to read the Quran."
(Yousuf smiled back, feeling a sense of accomplishment)
Yousuf: "JazakAllah, Mawlana. I am grateful for your guidance."
Mawlana: "It is my pleasure, my son. Remember, the journey of learning and faith is continuous. Keep your heart open, and Allah will guide you."
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FanfictionIn a tale of conflicting ideologies and intense emotions "His love from heaven" introduces Jeon Jungkook an atheist bad boy, and Nehal, a devout Muslim with a unbreakable faith. Jungkook's sister's life takes despairing turn after a devastating mist...