Muslimah On A Mission

Chapter 4

"Moma can I have a cup of coffee please?" I asked her. I had enough today.

"Yeah dear! But you look dull. Anything wrong?" Asked Moma.

"I met him today! The very one who killed Zeenat and Shama." I said her with a rage.

She looked at me in complete silence and caressed my head.
I raised my head and looked into her eyes.
Tears started filling my eyes and my lips trembled in fury.
I buried my head in her chest and broke into tears.

"Now now, Riya! You have to be strong dear! You have to be strong! You can win over them as Allah is with us!" She said me and held me tight.

"Wait dear, lemme get you a cup of coffee!" She said and gave me sometime to realize the fact she said.

Sabr! Thats all what I need!

Moma came with two cups of coffee, held my hand and led me to the verandah and made me sit while she joined me.

I looked at her as if I am lost.

"Here is your coffee!" And She handed me a cup.
" Now, look whats around you! See, how beautiful the outside world is. Riya, sometimes nature is the best comforter. We can never blame the entire world for our vengeance. I know and I understand, for I am undergoing the same trauma just as you. You are full of hatred towards the entire world which isn't good in the sight of Allah. Just don't fail to look at his rizq! And.." She stood up and went inside the house.

After sometime, she came with a Quran and gave it to me. I was confused.

She turned few pages and pointed me to a Quran ayah,
"Seek Allah's help with patience, perseverance and prayer. It is indeed hard except for those who are humble." - (2:45)

I was moved by these lines. I am not a girl who cry for petty things. But after the death of Shama, its a different story! These lines were heart-piercing.
I laid my head on mom's lap while she caressed my head.
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After having the dinner, I headed to my room, its the first time after Shama's death I'm sleeping alone. Though Moma isn't very happy about the idea, I persuaded her that I have works till late night and urged her to go to sleep. After much hesitation, she agreed.

I placed my head on the pillow and look up at the ceiling. I thought sleep would be the first to hit my eyes, but no. Thousands of questions and confusions swirled around my head.

Suddenly a thought stroked my head.
I quickly switched on my laptop and logged in to Facebook.
Yes. I am gonna spy on that Aqil. I planned to open a fake account and start a conversation with him, for surely he is a womanizer.

"You've created a new Facebook account," - a message popped up.

Now what?

I moved the cursor to the search bar and clicked it. Hugh!
My eyes were continuously blinking and my fingers were trembling as if what to type.
Finally my fingers moved to the letters A,Q,I,L in the keyboard and pressed them one by one.
Am I to give enter?
Yes, go for it! My index finger creeped towards the 'enter' key, I let out a huge sigh, and with that I hit on the key.
Hugh.
One by one the results are loading.
"Aqil_911"

There he is!
Posing like a hero in a satanic style. Imitating the kuffar's style!

With these looks he is attracting the girls. Alright! Lemme first destroy your looks and then your life!

The very YOU, destroyed the lives of two innocent birds who were striving to make a living without their parents! You heartless satan!

I took his phone no.
But then what am I to do with his phone no.?
Alright!
I went through his posts. As my intention was pure, I thought it wont matter.