Yashal's POV:-
“Just stop right here, yes, thank you,”
I paid the cab driver, looked around carefully and thoughtfully, and headed towards the park bench. Bubbly was also feeling lonely so I took her with me. I didn't even get into any of my family's cars, so that no one at home would know where I was and talk about it or that Taemoor wouldn't ask the driver. I didn't want to mention this to anyone, but I just had to tell Taemoor that I was leaving. He gets worried because the call is not ringing. I tried again but failed. I sent a message, but I don't know if it reached him or not.
I entered more, looked around, and I didn't have to search much; the voice of the Quran showed me the way to her. The girl sitting on a bench was reading the Quran, completely unaware of the world.
The Quran is like that when it is opened, it makes one unaware of the world,
"وَلَا تَهِنُوا وَلَا تَحْزَنُوا وَأَنتُمُ الْأَعْلَوْنَ إِن كُنتُم مُّؤْمِنِينَ”
"And do not weaken or grieve, for you will be superior ( of victory) if you are ( true) believers."
“How beautiful is Allah's way of giving encouragement. When grief weakens us and we are about to break down, He says, "Do not be weak and do not grieve. You have a higher rank, if you are of the believers.”
“I wonder what would have happened to me if the Quran had not been in my life. I would have been shattered by now. I would have had no life, I would have been surrounded by suffering, and there would have been no refuge for me. Thank you, O Allah, for filling my life with light and healing my heart by your word__”
She stopped and perhaps sensed my presence, so she turned, and I smiled.
“Masha Allah. Assalamu Alaikum Hanna,” When I reached the bench. She closed the Quran. Her entire body was covered, from head to toe; we were wearing the same abaya; only her eyes were shining, which were visible. She caressed bubbly.
“Walaikum Aslam…….., how are you?” She stood up smiling; I could see through her eyes. The Quran was in her hand, and her eyes sparkled; why do the eyes of those who recite the Quran sparkle so much? The Book of Allah begins to be seen through the eyes and words of a person,
"I'm okay. Alhamdulillah. You tell?" I asked, sitting on the bench; she also sat beside me.
“ Are you crying?” She asked me,
“ No, why?”
“ Your eyes are watering” I wiped the corner of my eyes while I laughed.
“Your way of reciting the Quran made me cry and I didn't even know it.” I smiled. As I ask
“ How are you, Hannah?” after some moments, I ask,
She didn't answer, maybe she didn't want to give in or lie that she was okay.
“You shouldn't have come here, to meet me,” I let out a deep breath when I stutter
“I know, but I don't regret it.”
“I don't want to be the regret of your life. Mam.”
I smiled, watching her intently
“I don't know why you feel this way, Hannah”
“I don't want to cause you any pain, even if I have to suffer.” She confessed, sighing, as if my presence was suffocating her because she didn't want to make things difficult for me.
“You are too good, So good, Hannah.”
“Still. The pain didn't go away,”
There was silence for a long time, we were both looking at some distant point, searching for some words that might ease the pain, but as she said, the pain wouldn't go away.
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