Winged Dreams

Chapter 30: Wings of Love

March 6th, 2016

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Ahmad narrated (10560) that Abu Hurayrah said:

The Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: "The Hour will not begin until time passes quickly, so a year will be like a month, and a month will be like a week, and a week will be like a day, and a day will be like an hour, and an hour will be like the burning of a braid of palm leaves."

[According to the conditions of Muslim.]

Chapter 30:

Wings of Pure love

Simran got off the cab and with the help of the driver, unloaded her luggage. A nostalgic smile graced her lips as she looked up at her apartment and felt her earlier home sickness fading away. Fishing her purse for the change, she paid the driver of the airport taxi and tried looking for the watchman near the gate to help transfer the bags to the house.

"Rakshit Uncle, hi! Can you help me carry these please?" she requested, waving her hand and the man in question rushed to her aid.

"Sure, sure!" He mumbled, wheeling the luggage towards the elevator as she held her purse in one hand and dragged the trolley in the other.

"Madam didn't inform me you were coming," he spoke as they waited by the elevator which seemed to be stuck on the sixth floor.

"Mum doesn't know," Simran smiled, as the man looked at her, perplexed. "It's meant to be a surprise," she explained further.

"But Madam isn't at home."

"Did she go for her morning walk or something?"

"No. Your parents and your brother went somewhere last evening."

"Last evening? And they haven't returned home yet?" Simran questioned, the sudden news taking her by surprise. As she hurriedly fished her purse for her phone, she asked the watchman to carry on with his work and resting her luggage by the side so it wasn't lying right in front of the lift, she first called her mum and when she didn't answer, she ringed her dad.

"Assalamu laikum, my little princess! How are you doing?"

"Wa alaikum as salaam, dad," Simran giggled at her dad's unusually happy tone of voice. "You seem exceptionally happy, what's up?" She questioned.

"I've travelled 21 years behind and it feels like I have the little you in my arms."

"Dad, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Oh, let me explain! Your cousin gave birth to a baby girl yesterday and we've all come to meet her here!"

"Subhan Allah! Hana delivered? That's great news. I didn't know you were all going to visit them all the way to their city," she replied, her last sentence coming out a bit forced.

"Yes, all of it happened in a hurry and we couldn't inform you because you didn't answer our phone when we called you yesterday."

"I was umm, a bit busy, dad. Are you celebrating Eid there?" She asked, holding her breath.