HIS LOVE FROM HEAVEN | HALAL FF| JJK

Part 49

Nehal: " Jungkook."

*JUNGKOOK'S POV*

(As I stood in front of the Kaaba, lost in my prayers. The rain fell steadily, each drop mingling with my tears as I poured out my heart to Allah. I heard a voice. A familiar voice that cut through the cacophony of sounds around me. My heart skipped a beat as I heard my name being called. It was a voice I knew well, a voice that had been a part of my life. My breath caught in my throat, and I turned slowly, almost afraid to believe what I was hearing. There, not far from where I stood, was Nehal. She was looking directly at me, her eyes wide with recognition. For a moment, everything else faded away. The rain, the sacred surroundings, all of it seemed to dissolve as our eyes met. I was frozen, unable to move or speak. Nehal's presence here, in this place and at this moment, felt like a divine intervention. It was as if Allah had heard my desperate prayers and answered them in the most profound way. I could see the same shock and emotion mirrored in her eyes, and it struck me how deeply our fates were intertwined)

Yousuf: "Nehal."

( I whispered. It felt like a piece of my soul had been returned to me. I took a hesitant step forward, my hands still raised in Dua. The rain continued to pour, blurring my vision slightly, but I could see her clearly. Each step felt surreal, as if I was walking through a dream. Was this really happening? Was Nehal truly here, or was this some kind of divine illusion? My heart pounded in my chest as I moved closer. I finally stopped a few feet away from her, my hands trembling. I couldn't believe my eyes. Nehal was here, right in front of me, looking at me with the same disbelief)

Yousuf: "Nehal?"

(My voice cracking with emotion. I could barely recognize my own voice. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears, and nodded. That simple gesture, made everything real. My heart swelled with relief. This was no dream; this was a divine answer to my prayers. I slowly lowered my hands, still trembling, and took another step closer. The rain continued to fall, In this sacred place, we were brought together again)

Yousuf: " Nehal is that really you? Please tell me that I'm not hallucinating."

( She nodded, a smile breaking through her tears of joy. Yousuf, overwhelmed by the moment, closed his eyes and looked up at the sky)

Yousuf: "Oh Allah, O my beloved Allah, how should I thank You? Tell me what this servant of Yours should do. Oh Allah, please tell me how I should show my gratitude."

(He fell into prostration right there in the rain, in front of the Kaaba. His heart was bursting with thankfulness, and he poured out his soul in prayer, his forehead pressed against the wet marble)

Yousuf: "Oh Allah, Most Merciful, Most Gracious, I thank You from the depths of my heart. You have answered my prayers in ways I could never have imagined. You have brought my Nehal back into my life, here, in this sacred place. Oh Allah, how can I ever thank You enough for Your boundless mercy and blessings?"

(Nehal, seeing Yousuf in such a state, broke into more tears. She had never imagined him, to express such deep faith and emotion. His transformation and the sincerity of his prayers touched her heart in a way she couldn't describe)

Yousuf: " I am so grateful, Ya Allah. I submit to Your will and place my trust in Your wisdom. Thank You for this moment, for this sign of Your presence in my life. I will forever be grateful and strive to live in a way that honors Your name."

(After a few minutes, he rose from his prostration. He looked at Nehal, who was still crying but smiling at him.  Slowly, he stood up and walked towards her, each step heavy with emotion. He knelt down in front of her, his heart pounding in his chest)