Lost and Found

Chapter 23

For the first time in my thirty-one years of living I have woke up as soon as the alarm went off and the reason behind it was my body is painfully curled on the couch to get myself in the area provided by the furniture or else my feet were either falling down or the sides of the couch was hurting my toes and now I have realized the importance of a good mattress and a comfortable bed. Though it was my decision that I sleep on the couch while Khadija takes the bed but now with a sore arm and stiff neck the rejected idea of sleeping in the guest room was mocking me. As I tried to move up and sit a groan left my mouth and I jerked my arms to bring them back to life, I hardly slept for three hours even when I went to bed earlier than usual time. Moving my neck slowly I stopped my movement to look at Khadija, there she was peacefully sleeping with her face half covered with her hair and lips slightly apart. I smiled at how beautiful she looks even when she is sleeping.

Is it possible that your pain either if it's physically hurting you or mentally disturbing you leaves as soon as you look at someone you love?

Shaking my head on such love-sick thoughts I got up to get ready for my fajar prayer. After I came out dressed in T-shirt and sweat pants I found her tossing while the alarm on her phone was playing loudly, dismissing the tone I turned towards her who was still snoring lightly with her arms covering her eyes. I tried to call her out couple of time but she didn't even move a finger.

A heavy sleeper, I see.

So after dismissing a lot of futile ideas I shook her lightly by her arms and got some incoherent mumbles in return.

"Khadija it's time for fajar." I tried again after patting her arm because now she was turned on the other side with her back facing me.

"Sonay do mujai!" (Let me sleep) she said while throwing a pillow at me and I chuckled.

"Theekay (okay)! I'll tell mom you are not willing to meet rest of your in-laws." I said a bit louder clearing my voice and turned.

"What?" She quickly moved and I looked at her with a smirk and found her lips forming an 'o'. "It's really you..." she whispered and I laughed.

"Yeah Khadija we really got married." I said suppressing my grin as she looked at surrounding most probably remembering an eventful yesterday. Her cheeks turned red as she tied up her hair avoiding looking at me. "It's okay! I didn't hear anything." I said chuckling while going towards the table to get my prayer mat.

"Is it already fajar?" she asked with amusement and I nodded with a smile, spreading the mat. "Thank you for waking me up!"

"No problem." I replied and nodding she walked towards the bathroom.

By the time I was done with my namaz she was half way through so sitting on my side of the bed I started reading the surah (chapters of Quran) I missed last night. When I looked up she was sitting there making dua. Her small frame covered with long scarf while her head was slightly bent down but as soon as she moved her hands towards her face I quickly looked back at Quran opening surah Ar-Rehman.

"I won't mind if you would look at me while I'm praying." She said with a small laugh and I looked up with a smirk.

"Good because you should become used to of me looking at you again and again." I said with a grin and she rolled her eyes but I did catch the ghost of smile spread across her face.

Placing the prayer mat on the coffee table she came and sat at the edge of the bed opposite to me while all this time I was still making myself believe that the girl in front of me is real because as much as I have seen her in my sleep, having her with me seems too good to be real.