|A tale of love and faith|
"A tale of love that is pious from all dirt, engulfed deep love with all flaws."
"That cause sparks from far but couldn't get close which is a part."
"Where soul can deceive your body but not the heart."
"It's a tale between two people who met unexpectedly with Allah's will, under his blessings and his beautiful art."
"A tale of Haya Faris, the queen of dignity &
Kim Taehyung, the king of wrath."
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Author's POV:
A hand, reached her neck, cold fingers gripped her throat...Her breath stopped, face turned read and she couldn't speak because of the lack of oxygen...She was hitting her hands and feet__in air, but that blurry figures started laughing manically, instead of helping her...Just as the suffocating dream consumed her__ beep! beep!
She woke up to the sound of her ringing alarm, her thick lashes instantly lifted, her chest heaved with heavy breaths and sweats ozed out of her forehead__until she found herself safe, surrounded by her rooms darkness.
"Allah hu Akbar" Letting out a slow, fearful whisper, she sat up on bed.
Her hair was messy falling on her shoulder and touching her waist...She was still thinking about that nightmare but when the voice of Muadhin (a person who recites adhan) resonates in her ears, it grounded her back to the reality and her lips curved in a slow smile.
Keeping her eyes closed, she savoure the pleasure of hearing Adhan...Her hands slowly reached out for the scarf, she always kept beside her pillow and placed it over her head in respect of Adhan.
She silently listens to the call of Fajr prayer with soft smile...When the call ended, she open her eyes with the distant hums of cricketers....She had always woken up before the Adhan, because it brought peace to her... Almost instantly, her lips moved, reciting the supplication after the Adhan.
اَللّٰهُمَّ رَبَّ هٰذِهِ الدَّعْوَةِ التَّامَّةِ وَالصَّلَاةِ الْقَائِمَةِ ، آتِ مُحَمَّدًا الْوَسِيْلَةَ وَالْفَضِيْلَةَ ، وَابْعَثْهُ مَقَامًا مَّحْمُوْدًا الَّذِيْ وَعَدْتَّهُ
"O Allah, Lord of this perfect call and established prayer, grant Muhammad the status (a unique lofty status in Paradise) and pre-eminence, and resurrect him to the praiseworthy station that You have promised him."
She sighed peacefully then stood up to get ready for the prayer....Without turning on the lamp she went to the bathroom and turn on it's light, which brightens the room also....Before she stepped inside__she rolled her neck and with her puffy cute eyes she looked at another bed that was located beside hers.. Standing there, she looked innocent and tiny, in her loose sky-blue pajamas...
"Daaliya wake up...it's time for Fajr prayer"
In her thick, sleepy voice, she called her elder sister and looked at her for response__but she didn't even budge...Haya scartched her hair and felt irritated.
"Aishhh, why she's so lazy when it comes to prayer... Doesn't she love Allah(SWT)"
She mumbled lazily to herself, her voice laced with frustration...Turning away, she sighed, shaking her head at the young woman indifference.
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