Bowled Over By The Broken

Chapter 2: News and Neighbors

It's been a while Subhan Allah but I hardly get much time for Wattpad these days, and whenever I do, I update my other book, 'Winged Dreams' for only a few chapters are left in it (about 10 or so). However, since it's been more than a month, I really wanted to update BObtB and here it is, alhamdulilah <3 BarakAllahu feekum for your support on the last chap and here's the next one in Bee's life, do keep the votes and comments coming, in sha Allah :')

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "The Lord descends every night to the lowest heaven when one-third of the night remains and says: 'Who will call upon Me, that I may answer Him? Who will ask of Me, that I may give him? Who will seek My forgiveness, that I may forgive him?'"

[Al Bukhaari and Muslim]

Chapter 2:

News and Neighbors

In the silence of the night, the darkness cast by the vanished sun, under the radiance of the stars and moon and amidst the feeling of her Rabb being in the lowest sky as He listened to her every word, said and unsaid, bent down in prostration, she prayed.

She made dua for every dream she had begun to lose hope in.

She prayed for every person that was sent as a test for her.

She prayed for the blessing that waited at the end of the calamity.

And she prayed for the goodness in every bad she was afflicted with.

She prayed for the Ummah that was in need for guidance.

She prayed for the oppressed ones who craved for freedom.

And once she was done with all of this, relishing the fact that at this time of Tahajjud, her Rabb was closest to her, As Sami and Al Baseer, was listening to her duas laced in agony,

She finally prayed for him, the man who intended no harm and yet caused her pain that could shatter mountains and break rocks.

Bring us together if we're meant to be, Ya Allah, and make him good for me in this world and the Hereafter.

As Anabya heard the fajr adhaan, she sat up from where she was sprawled on the prayer mat. Bringing her knees to her chest and wrapping her hands around them, she closely listened to the call for prayer and then, stood up for Salah.

She had never been a morning person, she loved her sleep more than she could describe. However, she eventually fell into the routine of offering the prayers in the last third of the night followed by the morning prayers, thus altering her earlier habit.

While she still loved Nutella and sleep more than people, she was amending her life so living could be somewhat bearable.

Once she finished the prayer and her morning routine, promising herself that she'd take a power nap for just five minutes and wake up at 6:30 a.m. she fell asleep. However, her eyes fluttered open at 7:15 when she heard loud noises, and she was immediately put into panic mode because at this rate, she would be late for office.

As Anabya gobbled the toast and gulped down the milk after getting dressed in lightning speed, she was just about to leave home when her little nephew blocked her path.

Seeing her in her Abaya and hijab, holding a bag and wearing shoes, he knew that she was going out and the little champ wanted to join his Aunt.

"Suwayman come! Suwayman come! Take him! Take him!" He repeated, raising his arms in the air and indicating his Aunt to carry him and take him with her because rule ten in the baby book said,