Habibi And Love

Episode 7

Later that night...
Haniya was praying her tahajjud salah ( A salah which is not fard or mandatory to perform but has a very significant role in our daily lives. Tahajjud time is the 1/3 of the night time and the last part of the night time.. It is said that at tahajjud time Allah comes down to the first stage of asman(sky) and calls for his servants. He says-
"Who wanna seek forgiveness.. Come I will forgive you. what do you want from me come and ask me I will give you" Tahajjud salah is a very important, not mandatory yet powerful salah. And only those can perform whom Allah wishes to) Halima was sleeping peacefully in Haniya's as she was being stubborn that she wants to sleep with her apy. Haniya performed her salah as she sat on her prayer mat and was making dua.
"Ya rab.. I seek forgiveness from you. You are the most merciful. Most forgiving. No one can compare you. No one is your companion nor no one can compete with you." Haniya at the first step of her making dua was to seek forgiveness and then her second step was to praise the creations of Allah. And then Haniya seeks what she wants or what she has in her mind.....
"Ya rab. There is a new man in our neighbourhood. He lives just beside our house. But he doesn't seem like a normal decent man but someone who is a fitnah. Ya rab, if he is bad for me then protect me from him. And if he is righteous then forgive me to think negatively about him. But Ya rab, his stares and his eyes make me feel something is very wrong. Today for the first time I am feeling so much strange and stronger stressed feelings about someone. Ya rab... please help me and protect me from every fitnah and every evil things and those humans who are not righteous .. Amin!"
Haniya was getting overwhelmed as she was deeply taking and sharing each and everything to Allah..
"Ya rab.. I know.. I am being pathetic. My problems of life is very common and some people don't consider it as a problem even. But still they are too much for me.." Haniya Sobs..
As the night went by Haniya sobbed and prayed not knowing someone is watching her just from a distance....

She knelt on the soft prayer mat, her head pressed firmly to the ground, tears soaking into the fabric as sobs wracked her fragile body. Her lips trembled as she whispered broken prayers, the words spilling out in desperation, as though each plea might lighten the weight crushing her chest.

"Ya Allah, only You understand my heart," she murmured, her voice cracking. "Only You see the pain I hide from everyone."

Her mother's harsh words echoed in her mind, words she could neither forget nor confront. "You're a burden in this house. It's time you got married and moved on." The sentence had struck her like a slap, a cold reminder that her presence in the home she thought was her sanctuary had become unwelcome.

"I'm not ready," she whispered into her hands, her tears flowing freely now. "I'm not strong enough for this. They think marriage will fix everything, but they don't see... they don't see how broken I already feel."

Her voice shook as she confessed the anguish she hadn't shared with anyone else. "Ya Allah, am I truly a burden? Have I failed as a daughter? I've tried so hard to please them, to carry their expectations. But no matter what I do, it feels like it's never enough."

The weight of mental exhaustion pressed down on her like a storm cloud, dark and suffocating. She felt trapped, caught between her mother's relentless pressure and her own fears of an unknown future. Her heart ached with the fear of being pushed into a life she wasn't ready for, a life that felt more like a prison sentence than a new beginning.

"Guide me, Ya Allah," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Give me the strength to face this, to make decisions that are right for me and not just to please others. Help my mother understand that I am not a burden, that I have worth beyond what she sees."

Her tears slowed as she remained bowed before her Creator, seeking solace in His presence. For in this moment of vulnerability, she knew that only Allah could heal the wounds of her soul, only He could grant her the clarity and courage she so desperately needed.