Ineffable Love is now Mulazim-e-Al-Wadood
We meet thousands of people in this world, we get attracted to hundreds, we fall for ten and then we'll be united with the one whose name was written with our name thousands of years ago.
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Third Person's POV
The gentle ripples of the lake reflected the fading sunlight, and the cool breeze stirred the quiet between them. Muskan hugged her knees, staring at the water, the earlier conversation with her father still fresh in her mind. Zayn sat beside her, uncharacteristically quiet, his usual sarcasm set aside.
She broke the silence. "You know, when things get tough, there’s one thing that always helps me," she said softly, her voice thoughtful.
Zayn raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What’s that?"
Muskan hesitated, glancing at him before looking back at the water. "Namaz."
Zayn’s eyes flickered with surprise. "Namaz?" He shifted slightly, as if the word caught him off guard.
Muskan nodded, her expression sincere. "Yeah. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, like everything’s out of control, praying always brings me back. It reminds me that no matter what, there’s a plan, and I just need to trust it."
Zayn ran a hand through his hair, looking away. "I haven’t prayed in years, Muskan," he admitted, a hint of guilt in his voice. "Life’s been… I don’t know. I just lost touch with all that."
Muskan turned her head, watching him closely. "I get that. Life can pull you in a million directions, but prayer—it’s what keeps me grounded."
There was a pause, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Zayn, who was always so confident, seemed uncharacteristically unsure. Muskan noticed it—the slight tension in his shoulders, the way he avoided her gaze.
She smiled gently. "It’s never too late to start again, you know."
Zayn glanced at her, a skeptical look on his face. "You think it’s that easy?"
Muskan shrugged lightly. "No, it’s not always easy. But it’s simple. It’s just you and Allah. You don’t have to have everything figured out. You just need to take the first step."
Zayn leaned back, staring up at the sky. "I wouldn’t even know where to begin."
Muskan laughed softly. "Lucky for you, I’m here to help. I can show you."
Zayn looked at her, his brow furrowed slightly. "Show me? You mean now?"
Muskan nodded, standing up and brushing off her clothes. "Yeah, now. No time like the present."
Zayn hesitated for a moment before standing as well. "Alright," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "but don’t expect me to be any good at it."
