Mafia's Pious Addiction|| KTH FF📕

✿ Ep 3: The friend, The fighter

|A tale of love and faith|

Haya's POV:

"ACHUUU...Ah! Alhumdullilah (All praise is due to Allah in every circumstance)" it's my fifteenth sneez within the 30 minutes.

After changing into the dry clothes friend gave me, i was now sitting on my university's hospital bed. The tissue box rested in my hands, and the flu was only getting worse. My brain felt heavy from the pain__every sneeze made it pound harder against my skull.

"Yarhamukallah(May Allah have mercy upon you)" i looked up with wide eyes when i heard Vianna_ my friend_ respond to my sneeze.

Standing infront of me with a warm smile, she held a mug of coffee in her hands. I took the mug from her, grateful, but before i taking a sip, i had to clear up my confusion.

"From where did you learn that, baby Vana?" I asked with a tired smile, whispering Bismillah, before finally tasting the coffee. It was bitter__like me__and sweet, like her.

I looked up at her, waiting for an answer.

Instead, she raised a brow and curvered her lips into a proud little smirk, her actions got me chuckling.

"Living with a Muslim girl is pretty good...But it's not easy to forget what she says all the time." she replied.

i smiled more widely, my a little warmer despite the flu.

Vianna was the first friend I made here.

She comes from a Christian family, but we have always gotten along well. Our beliefs maybe different, but we have been together for almost three and a half years__ long enough to become familiar with each other's worlds. We never tried to force our ways onto one another. There's always been a respectful boundary between us__ one i sometimes wish i could erase.

I still remember how she used to protect me from the university bullies during my first year...It's not like i couldn't defend myself__ i definitely could. But she always stepped in before the thing escalate. I might have bloodied someone's lip one day and sent another to the hospital the next. The bullying on campus was intense when i arrived. There tongue were sharp....but, as Vianna once said, my hands and feets were sharper.

Somehow, in the middle of all those chaotic days, as she pulled me back from one fight after another, we grew close.

She's my classmate and only friend who's family greets me with genuine warmth and love. She knows i don't feel safe making friends easily in foreign country, and maybe that's why she's always been protective of me...She even tries to protect me from herself.

But as a practicing Muslimah, i know how to bring her toward the light.
Toward the light of Islam.

"Drink this coffee and stay here until you get better... hmm!" She said softly__which was, rare because she's usually roasting me or throwing glares my way.
But i must admit, whenever i fall sick, she takes care of me like a mother.
A horribly strict...yet incredibly caring mother.

I feel lucky to have her in my life.
But deep in my heart, i always pray that one day she changes her mind...and revert to Islam.
I wish i could pray beside her.
I wish we could fast together.
I wish__ I wish__wish we could perform Umrah side by side...and recite read Qur'an in the peace of same room.