Haniya's POV:
I woke up as the morning light pecked through the curtains.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I sat up and let the cool morning air embrace me. My heart swelled with gratitude as I whispered, "Alhamdulillah," thanking Allah for another day, another chance to seek His blessings. I felt a deep sense of peace, ready to begin the day in connection with the One who created it.The cool splash of water hit my face, instantly washing away the signs of sleep. Standing in front of the mirror, I watched droplets trail down my cheeks, my reflection looking more awake with every rinse. My hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, and I chuckled softly, running my fingers through it to tame the wild strands. I am not fond of myself. I looked at the dark spots in my face and a little dark circles under my eyes. I always thought why I have dark circles and why my eyes are so small that they don't even have a little bug under them as they sometimes look like they haven't rest for some centuries but then I remember the verse-A verse from the Qur'an that reflects the idea of appreciating and admiring oneself as Allah has created us is from Surah At-Tin (95:4):
"We have certainly created man in the best of stature."
(Surah At-Tin, 95:4)This verse highlights that Allah has created humans in the most perfect and balanced form. It encourages us to recognize our worth and appreciate the beauty and dignity with which Allah has fashioned us. It serves as a reminder to value ourselves and embrace our uniqueness as part of Allah's divine creation.
As I brushed my teeth, the rhythmic motion felt grounding, a routine that somehow always prepared me for the day ahead. The minty freshness spread in my mouth, replacing the drowsiness lingering from moments ago. I turned the tap off and leaned closer to the mirror, wiping away a faint smudge of foam created by the paste on my cheek.
The room was quiet except for the occasional chirp of birds outside, the sun streaming through the window hinting at the promise of a bright day. I grabbed my comb and started untangling my hair, feeling the knots ease as I worked through them. With each small act of care, I felt more like myself, ready to take on whatever lay ahead. Then I recited the dua of starting the day laying my trust completely on my Allah.. A beautiful du'a (supplication) to recite in the morning as a sign of complete trust in Allah-
اللَّهُمَّ إِنِّي أَسْلَمْتُ نَفْسِي إِلَيْكَ، وَفَوَّضْتُ أَمْرِي إِلَيْكَ، وَأَلْجَأْتُ ظَهْرِي إِلَيْكَ، رَغْبَةً وَرَهْبَةً إِلَيْكَ، لَا مَلْجَأَ وَلَا مَنْجَا مِنْكَ إِلَّا إِلَيْكَ. آمَنْتُ بِكِتَابِكَ الَّذِي أَنْزَلْتَ، وَبِنَبِيِّكَ الَّذِي أَرْسَلْتَ.
Transliteration:
Allahumma inni aslamtu nafsi ilayk, wa fawwadtu amri ilayk, wa alja'tu zahri ilayk, raghbatan wa rahbatan ilayk. La malja'a wa la manja minka illa ilayk. Amantu bikitabika alladhi anzalta, wa binabiyyika alladhi arsalta.Translation:
"O Allah, I have submitted my soul to You, entrusted my affairs to You, turned my face to You, and leaned my back upon You, out of desire for You and fear of You. There is no refuge and no escape from You except with You. I have believed in Your Book which You revealed, and in Your Prophet whom You sent."This du'a expresses complete submission, reliance, and trust in Allah, affirming that all refuge and success come only through Him. It is a beautiful way to start the morning with faith and surrender.
Author's POV:
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Haniya went downstairs wearing her abaya as today she is going to the flower shop her mother got from her friend and Haniya is going to run it from today. Haniya wore a brown coloured Abaya with a black niqab. She wore a black hand gloves made of pure cotton fabric and she took a white bag with that and wore a blacl color punk shoes which are high hills but not pencil. They are flat hills from the hill side of the shoe. Her abaya is too long to cover the shoes hill also.

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Habibi And Love
FanfictionA Psycho billionaire who became obsessed with a muslim girl.... English is not my first language so I hope you all will be kind enough to see my mistakes as forgiveness and please do correct me if I am wrong.