Requital (COMPLETED)

Chapter 5 - The world is mine.

" Life is like a beautiful ocean, Some days there's warm sunshine and miles of blue water. Other days there is nothing, but darkness and raging waters, but Allah SWT always makes the sun shine again. You can't change the past nor control the future, but you can change the mood of the day by touching someone's heart with a smile."

A hue of fiery red and burnt orange, mingled with a tinge of pink painted the horizon.  The best and most famous artist in the world would never be able to exceed the natural, astoundingly, breathtaking painting of the Most Magnificent of Creator's. Surely Allah Ta'allah is the best of Creators.

Yuasaira performed her Maghrib Salaah, kneeling and bowing down to the only Being Who is worthy of being praised. She then read the Surah's prescribed to read after Maghrib. 

After the darkness of the night encompassed the light of day. The sun settled in its appointed place, allowing the moon to flaunt it's mesmerizing beauty, amidst the sterling stars that embedded the velvet sky. The dazzling moon stood out, amongst all the twinkling stars.

So beautiful were the creation of Allah SWT. Just gazing at it, took your breath way, yet despite their admirable beauty they remained subservient to Allah SWT.
A lesson for humanity indeed !

Yusaira strode over to her room window, moving aside the curtains that were drawn, concealing the beauty of the night.

She gently slid open the large alliminium windows, allowing the soothing yet nippy breeze to carress her now pink tinted cheeks.

Breathing in the fresh air, she gazed at the sky, mesmerised by the stars that winked down upon her, so close yet so far away. The sight of the stars would always intrigue her, she would gaze at the glimmering moon, sarounded by the shimmering stars countless of times, yet she would always be awestruck by its enchanting beauty.

She exhaled a sigh of frustration, frustrated with the way she was living her life. Even though she had passed the phase of depression in her life, there was not one day that she did not feel the void in her heart.
There was not one day that she failed to miss the absence of her birth parents. There was not one day that she did not hope to see them, every single day. Once solitude became her companion, questions upon questions invaded her mind.

She sighed as she rested her chin on the window sill, realising that none of her questions would be answered. She wished she could live a life of happiness, a normal life with her own family, her very own parents.