HIS LOVE *A Sequel to HER WORTH*

48~Fifty shades

It was 4:am, Hanan woke up to pray earlier than usual to perform Nafil prayer, she sat on her prayer mat wearing her long hijab that reached her feet while holding her prayer bead, she pulled every bead supplicating.

Softly she utters "Alhamdulilah."
Conveying her gratitude to God for all his blessings and mercies he bestowed on her life.

If not for God's mercy, she wouldn't have come this far, and she would never have survived all that she went through in the past.

Looking at the past she remembers core memories of her late mother and the sad way in which they parted ways. Little me and the painful way in which she lost her unborn child, and lastly, Jamila.

Jamila, her childhood best friend, turned into a family, a sister as they referred to each other, but at the moment, Hanan felt ashamed of herself. Jamila deserves better, she deserves a friend who wouldn't ghost her for years as she did. She agreed with her thoughts.

Over the years, since Hanan cut off her friendship with Jamila, she had secretly regretted her decision, she also felt guilty for failing to keep her promise to Jamila that she would return but how could she when her life was a mess back then, she didn't want to burden Jamila who had done too much for her, she felt ashamed to return with her pile up problems, but right now that everything is fine, she feels the need to see her and seek for forgiveness, their friendship deserves better, even if their friendship has ended on Jamila's part, it deserves a proper closure.

"Jamila, I wish you don't hate me." She mutters rounding up her supplication. By 5:30 am, the call to Fajr prayer could be heard blaring loud from the mosque's speaker, which was just a few walks away from their house.

She rounded up her supplication with Istghifar while rising from her prayer mat to face Al-qiblah, a direction that every Muslim is obligated to face when praying. She raised her hands in the air, dropping them by her sides to commence her prayer.

***

"Hanan is that you?" Abdul, who just walked into the dining room to grab a piece of Masa to munch on his way to work, asks, pausing for a bit to stare at her before he heads for the door.

"Who does it look like?" She rolled her eyes, tearing Masa from her plate, she dipped it into her soup before shoving it into her mouth.

Masa and vegetable, spinach soup filled with stock fish and bony meat cooked by Hanan to appreciate everyone at home for making her birthday special.

"Wait!" She turned to Abdul who was already on his way out. Quickly, she gets off her seat, dishing a few amounts of Masa and soup into a flask for him.

"Take this, eat it at work I made it." She says passing the flask to him.

"You made this?!" He gasped glancing at the clock. "Now I get why I was surprised to see you at the dining this early."

"What are you trying to imply?" She smirked.

"Nothing, I'm just glad to see my little sister already suiting the role of a wife. You know Najib is a foodie right?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, of course, you know he proposed since you helped him plan the surprise last night."

"Yep, I did, and I hope you loved it. 70 percent was my idea you know." He smiled.

"Lies, what do you know about impressing a woman?" She scoffed, scornfully laughing.

"Go and ask Amira, she would tell you how I make her feel special daily." He replied while hurrying out of the house, he walked to his car half running while Hanan rushed behind him.