Almost a week had passed, and Zayd still hadn’t replied. Since Amira last sent him messages, there had been nothing but silence.
Even though she felt hurt and upset, love made her try again. She sent him another message, hoping this time would be different. But still—no answer.
The silence was heavy, like walking through an empty house after a storm, where everything felt broken but nothing made a sound.
Even with no response, she couldn’t help but hold on to hope. Every day, she prayed. She prayed so hard, asking Allah to make things better, to help Zayd reach out to her.
“Doesn’t he wonder about me?” she thought, her chest tightening.
“Doesn’t he care what I’m going through? How can he not even think about me?”
The questions wouldn’t stop. They ran through her mind day and night, leaving her feeling more alone than ever.
The only way she could calm her heart was by talking to Allah. He was the only one who truly understood what she was feeling. She poured her emotions out in dua, asking for strength and guidance.Her dua's felt incomplete without crying his name out to Allah .
The silence was killing her ,all she wanted was to see him by her side on her birthday as she embarks a new year together with him .
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One day, her cousin (Azrah) decided to step in. She messaged Zayd on Instagram.
Azrah: " slm"
Zayd : "wlkslm "(replied after a while )
Azrah: "How are you ?"
Zayd :"alhamdulillah and you ? "
Azrah :"alhamdulillah . Wyd? "
Zayd replied: "Netflix "
Azrah : "What you watching ?"
Zayd :"house ,wyd?"
Azrah : "Just laying here ,
I'm Amiras cousin BTW ,are you coming to her birthday ."
Zayd :"Unfortunately ,I won't be able to come because I have to work ."
Her cousin didn’t hold back: “Then why couldn’t you tell her that yourself?”
Amira felt a mix of frustration and sadness. She decided to try one more time. She sent him a heartfelt message, telling him how she felt.
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Amiras text message:
It’s so frustrating how you don’t respond to me when all I ever wanted was to just talk to you, even if it was just as friends. I would’ve been okay with that, even though deep down, I wanted more.
Right now, I’m so tempted to send you a hundred messages, hoping you’d reply, hoping you’d give me even a small part of your time. I REALLY want you to be by my side on my birthday. Please, can you just decide what you want? Even if it’s only friendship, I’d accept that. Just let me know where we stand.
But if what I want isn’t what you want, then I hope you realize what you’re letting go of—someone who cared about you in the purest way, someone who cried while making dua for you, for us. Someone who was so crazy about you that they poured their heart into writing two books about you.
Still, I trust Allah’s plan. Whatever happens, I know He knows best, even if it’s not what I wished for. But just so you know, I’ll always be here if you ever need me.
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It's been a day and still no reply ,Amira felt so embarrassed. As her heart darkened , struggling but couldn't show it in front of her family .
An evening before her birthday, after Maghrib, his message finally came.
“Salaam,
I’m really sorry for not getting back to your messages. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to make it to your party as I’ll be working, but...
Happy Birthday! 🎉 May Allah SWT bless you with endless happiness and success, and may He grant you many more joyful and fulfilling years ahead. Have an amazing day and enjoy every moment!.”
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Her heart softened. Even though his reply was late, she forgave him. That’s just the kind of person she was.
For a while, things felt better. They started talking again, and Amira held on to those little moments. Even the smallest messages meant the world to her.
But soon, it happened again. The silence. The distance. The confusion.
Amira messaged him, hoping to hear about his day—even the most boring little details would have made her happy. But when he didn’t reply, she deleted the message.
This time, she promised herself: I’m not reaching out again. If he cares, he’ll make the effort.
I won't lose my self-respect once again , I'm going to stop pouring into cups that doesn't directly pour into mine .
She missed him so much, though. Her heart ached for him to just say something—anything—to remind her that she still mattered to him.
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As days passed, Amira started to reflect.
Maybe Zayd was only meant to be part of my journey, she thought, wiping away tears. Maybe Allah SWT gave me these feelings to teach me something—to bring me closer to Him and make me stronger.
She knew Allah’s plan was always better than hers, even when it hurt. She reminded herself of His promise: after every hardship, there’s ease.
Through the tears, she made dua:
“Ya Allah, if he’s good for me, bring him back with a sincere heart. If he’s not, then take these feelings away and give me peace. Let 2025 be the year I find happiness, because 2024 made me stronger.”
It wasn’t easy, but she felt herself slowly letting go. Not of hope, but of the need to control everything.
She realized this wasn’t the end of her story. It was just the end of one chapter, and she trusted that Allah had something better written for her next.
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Romance"Love ,sabr and lots of dua " is a heartfelt journey through the ups and downs of young love, seen through the eyes of Amira, a thoughtful 10th grader. She finds herself captivated by Zayd, a charming 12th grader whose kindness and faith inspire her...
