The Way He Loved Me

chapter 3- goodbyes and grudges

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"On the authority of Abu Hurayrah (may Allah be pleased with him), who said that the Prophet (ﷺ) said: "Allah (SWT) the Almighty said: I am as My servant thinks I am"

- Hadith 15; 40 Hadith Qudsi

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Ameera's POV:

*30 minutes after the chai explosion*

"Assalwalaykum Meeru, Ammi, and Aisha," Ayan told us.

"Walaykumasalam beta," My mother said, my brother, was leaving to India for the last of his madrassa studies, to finally become a sheikh.

Before he was about to close the door behind him, I ran up to him.

"Bhaiya (big brother) I'm going to miss you a lot," I said crushing him in a big hug.

"Meeru you're acting like I'm going away forever," He said chuckling.

"Shut up Ayan, you're ruining the moment," I said punching him.

Ammi and Aisha both laughed.

"One, that didn't hurt, you're going to have to punch much harder than that, and Two, I'll miss you too," Ayan responded with a smile.

"Sibling Sentimental Moment is officially over," I said, pulling away from the hug.

"NOT WITHOUT ME," Aisha said crushing us in a group hug.

We all started laughing. It was times like these that I truly treasured, I thanked Allah that I had such a beautiful and supportive family, the way Allah supported me through the highs and the lows of my life. Alhamdulillah.

You're probably wondering why I got all sentimental and all when my brother was leaving, the thing is without my dad around (that's a story for later), I looked up to Ayan Bhaiya a lot. He was always there to help me with my deen, and studies, and he protected Aisha, Ammi, and me with his life. I loved my Bhaiya a lot, and I knew he did too. Despite the age gap between us, (Ayan was 26, Aisha was 23, and I had just turned 20), we were really close.

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Hamza's Pov :

(48 hours ago in India, before landing at Fawzia's nikkah)

"Hamza beta, appka packing hogai hay? (is your packing done?)," My Mama (mom) asked me.

"Jee (yes) Mama, saaree paiking ho gaee hai, mujhe apana bag gaadi mein rakhana hai (All my packing is done, I need to put my bag in the car)," I told her.

"Beta, mai rakhoonghi (I'll keep it there)," My mama said, taking the bag.

"Mama Nahi! (mom, no). What kind of son would I be if I let you do that. I'll keep it in the car, don't worry," I took the bag from her hands, and kissed my mother's forehead.

"Array, Teekhay, Beta, main tumhaare bina kya karoonga(Oh, Okay, what would I do without you)?" My mother said lovingly.

I loved my mom so much, I really did. I don't know where I would be in this life without her. My mom had to raise my siblings and I alone since I was 13. She worked late hours into the night, and paying our school tuition, hafiz studies. We were always more than well off, Alhamdulillah , but someone had to manage my dad's company. I promised myself that as soon as I took over, I would pay her back for everything and give her the life that she deserved and so much more. I could never pay her pack for the love that she had for my family though, the sacrifices that she did for us, there wasn't a price tag for that.