He finished praying and walked over his wife and sat down with her an took her hands. He began to read something while he held her fingers.
She asked, "What are you doing?"
He answered:
"I've finished my prayer and got ready to do Tasbeeh on your hands so we can share the reward, and In Shaa Allah we will be together in paradise too."
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
RandomYou're an artist," I tell him. "How so?" "You paint a smile on every face you come across," I say, "but there's always a twist with artists." "What's my twist?" "You never paint a smile on yourself."
