Inspired by a muslimah

chapter 18

Basil's POV
"Allah said: "Get you down (upon the earth), both of you, together, some of you are an enemy to some others. Then if there comes to you guidance from Me, then whoever follows my guidance shall neither go astray, nor fall into distress and misery. But whatsoever turns away from My reminder verily, for him is a life of hardship and We shall raise him up blind on the day of Resurrection.
He will say: "O my Lord! Why have you raised me up blind while I had sight(before). Allah will say:"Like this, our ayat came unto you, but you disregarded them, and so this this Day, you will be neglected"
"And thus do We requit him who transgresses beyond bounds, and believes not in the Ayat of his Lord, and the torment of the heeafter is far more severe and more lasting"
As Myra closed the book, the one called Quran, I quickly turned away. Not wanting to give away that I was secretly listening to every verse she read aloud in arabic and later read out its translation in english. As I walked away, I realized that I had silently been crying while listening to the quran.
What moved inside me, I know not but I sure know that those words sure had an impact on me. A very deep one.
Later that day when I went and sat beside Myra, I couldn't help the few questions that escaped my mouth. 'Myra, how and when were the proofs sent down to us?'
A surprised gasp escaped her mouth as she registered what I had asked. "Pardon me!? Did I hear you right?"
"Yes you did. Could you please answer me?" She answered in a very intriguing manner which kept me interested in the topic. Finally, after hours of question answer session and a little bit of satisfaction that I achieved I let go of Myra and went out to get her some food.
When I got back, Myra was fast asleep, probably tired because of the fast she had kept. When I went to wake her up I couldn't help stare at her peaceful face. Even though she was kidnapped, she was away from her family, she still seemed like she was at complete ease deprived of any sorrow, like she had packed and parcelled all her worries to someone else and believed that she will soon be rid of all this mess. The peace that I lacked. The peace that I've been craving to have since the past 2 years. After that horrible night. Myra woke up while I was shamelessly staring at her and caught me staring.
But unlike what the normal Myra would have done if she caught me staring at her, which by the way is, either chiding me for it or throwing a sarcastic comment, Myra herself looked at me for a mere 5 seconds before breaking the gaze and gently looking away. There were a lot of unspoken words exchanged in that exchange. Some which made something in my stomach stir with an unknown feeling, maybe guilt....or was it something else?
That night when I saw her breaking her fast, it seemed like it was a blessing of its own and I wanted to look at het forever.

That night as I thought about all the happenings of today, something in me felt different. Like I wanted to change, but I didn't want to lose focus on my goal. But it seemed like this was for my own good....like I was experiencing what they call 'the calling'? Was I being called towards the religion of peace?

Not Edited! Extremely sorry that my lazy ass didn't allow me to update since the past 2 months. Pls don't give up on me. The more votes and comments the more frequent will be the updates. I promise! And pls do point out mistakes.
Anyways good night, don't let the bedbugs bite:D