The Perfect Storm (A Muslim Story)

Chapter Four: Not Again!

I rushed towards him. Soon after that people gathered around us as I cried for help. The rest of the events had been a blur.

STOP!!!! I shouted as I put my hands on both ears and looked up. I Will Not go through this. I will not remember him. He is nothing to me. Remember! Nothing. I have Allah with me, I do not need him. Allah is sufficient for me. I walked out of the car in to the nearby surrounding trees, I slowly knelt down as I sobbed.

All that was going through my mind was how stupid I had been when I had trusted him. How could i have let my guard down just for him when i had never been off guard. How?? Ya Allah, I know that this is a test from you, Oh Allah let me pass without any mistakes. I looked up to the clear skies feeling a sense of relief wash over me from getting out all the tears.

As I collected my self and and went back to the car, I thought about how selfish I have been. Other people have so much more difficult problems than me and yet I'm here. Unable to get through this little of a problem while people in Gaza and Syria and other countries are at war. I Looked back up to the sky as I asked god to give them patience and to let them remember the sweetness of Jannah while this world is nothing compared to that of jannah.

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As I rushed through the now busy roads of the city towards home all I did was ask Allah for guidance. All I knew was that I was doing nothing Haram again. Never! In sha allah. The First time had been enough. I sighed but then I reminded my self that Allah is the most merciful. I parked the car in the garage and went towards the house through the famillier cleared path lined with clay bricks. I shouted an Ah salaam alaikum as I ran up the stairs to my room.

I sat down on the chair of the dressing table as I released a long breath and removed the niqab and then the hijab. After that I removed the gloves and kept them in the gloves compartment and looked at the mirror. My hip length almost straight brown hair tied in a messy bun with my blue eyes staring back at me with my tear stricken cheeks I could say that I was a normal 19 year old. But the truth was I wasn't. I was muslim, wore the niqab an excellent student and to top that all of rich. Most of the people were scared of me or either ignored me. Only a few would greet or either for that matter talk to me. We had many muslim families around here so Alhamdhullilah I had never had to feel left out except a very few times.

Snapping out of my thoughts I changed in to a comfortable blue maxi dress and walked in to the bathroom, washed my face and did ablution for Dhuhr. I half whispered the Dua as I wore a simple hijab and walked to the prayer room. I quietly slipped off my hijab wore an Abaya and got ready to pray after wearing the socks.

I started the prayer with an Ahsalaam alaikum. After the prayer I was feeling relieved and at peace. I had asked him for guidance and told him about the earlier events. I knew that he knew, but I just wanted to tell him. It made me feel at ease.

I put away the Abaya and socks and wore my hijab. I walked down the spiral stairs down to the kitchen to help set the table only to find out that it had already been set. I sat down on my chair which was opposite to mum. Today for lunch it was Spaghetti. I served my self some and started eating with a Bismillah. Mum had already started to dig in. This was our mother and daughter time of the day. Usually we were alone at this time of the day. But dinner on the other hand was a family routine, Everyone was supposed to attend.

During Lunch mum and I had decided to make some chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing and some sprinkles for topping. Baking was one of the many things mum and I had in common. I started with the icing while mum started with the batter.

As I removed the Cupcakes from the Oven I heard Nuh call out Ahsalaam Alaikum. I was sure that he would come to the kitchen and Yes that was exactly what happened. He whiffed the aroma in the kitchen as he said, " Mmmm. Are those Cupcakes?" I nodded in return as I left them near the window to cool. Even before I could take another step I saw him reach out for a cupcake. I held him by the ear and started walking away from the counter towards the door making him Yelp in pain as he said sorry over and over again. I wasnt holding his ear hard, he just had to make everything more dramatic.

I let go off his ear at the entrance of the kitchen as I told him that the cupcakes would taste much better after the icing and the sprinkles. We chatted for awhile before he said,"Why didnt you answer my call today? It was about teacher, He needed to ask you something....." I froze at that, My eyes widening. I quickly collected myself before he could see my reaction. I had forgotten about the call, but how could I have been so careless.

I guiltily replied with a sorry and offered to do a favor for him in return. As if on Que before he could reply the Azan for Asr started and we fell in to a comfortable silence.

I watched as he went to go to the mosque, halfway he stopped and called out saying the conversation was not over and that I still needed to talk to the teacher. I screamed in my head and walked back toward my room to get ready for prayer. I felt so annoyed with my self, Now all I could do was pray that nothing wrong happens. In sha allah!

Ah salaam alaikum lovely ukthies <3

Im really sorry for the late update but I have been sooo busy and my 2 and a half year old sis threw my phone out of the window. My apartment is at the 4th flr so imagine the damage to my baby! But alhamdhullilah i got a new phone and now here i am updating.

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