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___________________________________The next morning, Inaya woke up feeling a little too tired. Like usual it was yet another day where she didn't sleep to her fullest but by now it became a habit for her. Moreover it would be a surprise if she actually slept peacefully.
Inaya checked her watch and it was just 4.30. The Fajr Adhaan goes at 5.15, so she literally had 45 minutes. She thought of suprising her mom by making breakfast, so she quickly prayed her Tahajjud and went straight down to the kitchen. She opened the fridge to see the leftover ingredients and her eyes caught hold of the fresh veggies. She chopped carrot, onions, capsicum and sauted it. She then added some heavy cream, tomato puree and gave it all a good mix. It took her good thirty minutes to complete her pasta. She also made some garlic bread and now she was done.
Later on she went back to her bedroom, to pray her fajr salah. she sat on the prayer mat and made an oath to herself to not talk about the past and blame herself for that. She then read Quran and and the morning supplications. After a while, she was interrupted by her phone alarm and only then did she recognize that she was almost late for her class.
She felt so refreshed , now that she pushed all of her worries in the nook and corner of her heart. She was in such a good mood that all of her students, even Sara was shocked to the level that she put in a text soon after the class.
Sara: Heyyyy :)!!! What's up?? Your in a good mood today?
Inaya: woah! How'd you know that!?
Sara: Come on! I've known you for years....plus your voice was so calm today. Usually it would sound coarse.
Inaya: I din't know you were so observant Sara...!
Sara: Tell me, what's the matter? Even I have a good news to share with you ;)
Inaya: Nopee, You come over here. I want to tell it to you directly.
Sara: Subhanallah!! Are you sick or something?!
You are taking the initiative to actually invite me to your house?Inaya: Even if I don't invite you, you would randomly come here , so I didn't have to invite you most of the times.
Sara: uhh, you can't embarrass me like that.
Inaya: okay, see you at 10. Be home soon!♡
Sara: uhhhhhh, My old Inaya is back ^♡^
Inaya: ;)
Inaya was deep in thoughts about how blessed she is to have a best friend like Sara.After 'THAT' incident, Inaya thought to cut ties with Sara too...she thought even Sara would hate her, but Sara was a supportive and understanding human who didn't leave her best friend no matter what. However, Inaya felt extremely guilty and awkward that she started maintaining distance with her, but the more she tried to draw boundaries with her, the more she became close with her. She was even going to join in the same college in a few weeks.
Sara on the other hand, was such a positive young lady, who understood others well. Instead of walking off from Inaya's life, she stood with her throughout her breakdown and supported her firmly. She would constantly check on her and motivate Inaya to be positive every time she meets her. Sara knew that Inaya started ignoring her, although it hurt her to the extreme, she never showed it out. Instead she tried to bring that old Inaya back again.
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Irshad sat in his room thinking so deeply about the conversation that Sara and Farhana talked about earlier. He didn't know how to react to it, he didn't know that, he was being trusted so much in spite of him breaking their trust continuously. As much as he wanted to stop listening to music and stuffs, deep within he knew how impossible of an act that was. He dint want to break their trust once more, he made up his mind and thought of doing something useful and beneficial so that he can get rid of this bad habit.
Earlier to get rid of those memories he started cultivating this habit of listening to songs, musics. Now to get rid of this bad habit he once again planned to start what he left back five years ago. He went to his Father's study room to discuss regarding this and knocked on to his door.
"Abbu I want to talk with you about something serious," said Irshad and continued. "I want to focus on my career. I want to achieve my goal. I want to restart my plan and want to serve the community. What if Saad is not there, I want to achieve 'our' dream. So I want to resign from my CEO position and I want to study further,"
"That's completely up to you beta, you can choose to do whatever you want. I never forced you to work, remember? I just wanted to give you some time since you were so depressed all the time. I am still strong and fit enough to work. I just don't want you to deviate yourself from Islam and get attached to this worldy fitnahs. Remember you are a haafiz and please act like one." Sighed Rashid.
Irshad was a bright student who wanted to become a nutritionist and wanted to serve the community for free. Obviously it was not his idea entirely. Ever since he was young, Irshad and Saad had this particular dream to fulfill. After Saad's departure, Irshad became so devastated that he didn't know what to do. To ease his mind, and as a distraction, he temporarily worked for his dad's company.
Earlier it was his mom who put some sense into him, now it was his dad. He was so shocked and touched by their trust that he didn't want to break his promise any further. Earlier, he just agreed to the promise just so Farhana could speak with him but now even his father trusted him blindly, so he was determined not to do anything against Islam.
That's it. He wanted to put a full stop to whatever he began to do earlier and wanted to continue being the old Irshad who was so focused on pleasing his rabb. Little did he know that whatever he planned of stopping was not so easy to let go of and that is an everlasting trap that one should be conscious enough to get rid of.
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