Sidratul Muntaha

Chapter 116

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Azfahan

Her eyes were raised in hopes,
Towards the skies so wide,
She had tears cascading down her cheeks,
Her lips prayed for the Almighty to be on her side,
Weeks had felt like ages,
Since she separated from her heart,
The only though she had since then wondered about,
Was if their still lives would again restart...

Sidra sobbed as she prayed. Her eyes were moist as she whispered her prayers to her Rabb. Often she had raised her hands and each time she had been answered. This time though, her heart had dropped in the vast cavern of her stomach and she felt uneasy. Where had her sister disappeared to? Where and when would they meet again? Or would they ever? Her heart berated her for her unwise thoughts. Of course they would, cause the alternative was too heart breaking and terrible for her.

She dropped her hands and prayed while she sobbed as her hands began to tremble and she bowed her head. She woke Nazlee up as she sniffled. Often in the past nights had her pain woken her companion up. She had apologized but Nazlee had brushed them off as she hugged Sidra to herself, providing her with silent relief. The same had happened tonight. Wordlessly, Nazlee had settled beside her and hugged Sidra to herself as she cried in silence.

"Every calamity that befalls a muslim, raises his ranks and erases his sins." Nazlee whispered softly. "That which gives you pain, will make you stronger. Bear it with patience and it will become a source of comfort as well as nearness with your Rabb. Don't let it break you!"

"Breaking is not even an option." Sidra replied as she shook her head. "My sister's life hang in the balance. I cannot play with that. But since the moment I learned of her abduction, my heart has been in constant pain and fear. Death of a loved one is painful, but at least you know for sure that they are with their Rabb and out of harm's way. Not knowing of your loved one's fate, is a different kind of torture." Sidra said as she stared at the dark expanse of the sky from the open window. The wind was blowing softly and the night was serene, unlike the scorching hot chaos that had enveloped her heart. "In this torture, each second you wonder what became of them. Are they dead? Are they alive? Are they safe?" Sidra shook her head. "Each time I see someone, I search for Amiza in their faces hungrily. And each time I realise its not Amiza, my heart breaks again and again."

Nazlee gulped at the raw pain that was in Sidra's voice. She wished Jibreel was here. She wasn't equipped to handle this Sidra, as broken as she was. Yet, she had to try. Sidra couldn't be broken. It was necessary to make sure she remained strong and steadfast or Amiza would suffer a far worse fate than the one Nazlee was thinking about. Nazlee gulped in fear. She kept patting a sobbing Sidra. It was rare for Sidra to break down so badly. She had faced worst fates and had emerged victorious, yet this was tearing her apart.

"You are right... Yaqoob Alaihisalam lost Yusuf Alaihisalam, who was his most beloved son. He loved Yusuf Alaihisalam more than others. His son was the coolness of his eyes and when he lost his son, he lost the sight of his eyes gradually. He cried often expressing his grief over the unknown fate of his son. The pain shattered him but with his lips, he said only what was allowed for him. Even for a moment, he didn't doubt his Rabb. He didn't doubt that his Rabb was watching him. And then, one fine day, Allah returned him his son, and how? His son had become a high minister, in the king's court. He had become a prophet. His dream had been fulfilled." Nazlee told her softly, as she made Sidra lie on her lap and gently massaged Sidra's head. "Expressing grief is not wrong. But transgressing the limits set by Allah in your grief is wrong." She gently told Sidra. She knew Sidra wasn't exceeding her limits, but she was scared for her sister and wanted to remind her of this so Sidra would be cautious in her grief. "So you can grieve but never forget who you truly belong to and who is watching over you and your loved ones. You can't forget Who it is that have created you and made you who you are today." Sidra sniffled and exhaled as a strangled sob escaped her. She held Nazlee's hand in hers and got up from Nazlee's lap as she faced her.