"What's destined for you will be given to you despite the hardships. Life will seem enchanting for you."
Magnificent were those days when my mother taught me everything at such a tender age. True to my word, I promised her what she asked for, not knowing that the same promise could become heavy on me.
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Years ago:
"You're my queen mama, In Sha Allah, you will have a palace made of diamonds." I prayed while having my head sink deep into her cloudy lap, soft with unexplainable beauty.
Her soft laugh resonated through her throat, a melody I loved so much. "I do not desire a palace that will not be a home." She glanced at me with her warm, aged hazel eyes, eyes that later I inherited. "If my family joins me in heaven, I will be delighted to have ten castles."
"Mother, and how can we be in heaven?" My small voice questioned. At thirteen, when I was blessed with my cycles and my mother was there to help me through the innocent pain and blue moods, I decided I will cherish my mother until my last breath. Little did I know, not everything lasted forever.
Her warm smile illuminated her eyes. "By obeying Allah, following the Sunnah of the last Prophet (P.B.U. H)," She said, turning serious.
I sat upright and listened to her carefully; I remembered small tales of the legends of Arab, the Brave stories of our Prophets from our father Adam to the last prophet. I also recalled the significance of heaven and hell, and the idea of being in heaven always motivated me into being an obedient child as I was the only one. I wanted to be with my mother, even in the hereafter.
"My girl, this world is full of temporary pleasure, it is ruled by undying sins," She paused, her eyes having a lost look, "You have to fight it with all of your will to become a dutiful servant of Allah."
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As my tender ears of thirteen memorized her every word, I became accustomed to my life. Islam then never was a burden but a peaceful religion that we practiced for the sake of Allah and ourselves.
My mother had installed a fierce habit of being a good normal Muslimah since I was young. Little did I know that later in this elderly life I was going to face life with true hardships, I barely knew, were to come.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I stood at my room's window. At the beautiful age of twenty, I gazed out at the hot blazing sun of Riyadh, a city in the holy country of Arab. The sun never stopped to grace us with light and a hot temperature which sometimes made us faint, the dessert that fascinated me all the time, who knew what hid where and what lurked in the shadows of life. A knock sounded on my room door and I turned to see who it was, knowing only one person would greet me in this entire household.
"Come in." I let out.
My maid & friend Seema popped her head in, her fair complexion radiated the morning light, she smiled. "Asalamu'Alaikum beautiful."
I laughed; she always knew how to make one laugh. "Walaikum'Asalaam Seema."
She smirked, "Good news of today, your breakfast is ready. Bad news, you have ten minutes till your work starts." I gasped, forgetting the time. I rushed outside, glad I was ready, "Ya Allah, Baba will kill me." I ran past Seema and down the corridor of our big house to the kitchen where a few maids and cooks worked greeting me with smiles. I smiled and stuffed my mouth with one buttery toast and sipped on the orange juice prepared for me, wanting to run off fast.
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