Inspired by a muslimah

Chapter 23

I felt my heart sink a bit more deeper at every step Myra took farther towards her house. And the worst part was I had no reason to stop her. Why was I feeling like a part of me was departing? Who was she to me anyways? She was just an ordinary girl but she was also the girl who made an extraordinary difference in my incomplete life.
My heart did a somersault as I saw Myra suddenly take a U turn and skip towards me. As she reached me panting, she looked at me with such genuine gratitude that I felt all my woes scurry away. "Thank you Basil. Thank you for letting me go. I hope your life gets filled with infinite happiness and infinite love for the Almighty. I will never report you for I can see the change you have undergone and I also forgive you for everything. Asalamalaikum Basil."
Saying this, she took off again and I felt happy. Happy to be forgiven even though I hadn't even apologised, and not surprised at the girl's generosity and humble nature to forgive me without being asked to.

I glanced at her figure one last time as I drove away...with a tear threatening to spill and a feeling so deep that it was unfathomable. And I left, left hoping that I will be able to start life afresh, as a good muslim, a good human hoping to make a difference in this world.

Myra's POV

I was greeted with silence as I opened the gate of my house. The house which was never this quiet was filled with nothing but dreadful silence. "Myra? Myra, is that you? Oh Myra!" And my mom broke down sobbing in hysterics as she spotted me standing by the front door. I ran and engulfed her into a hug and in no time the entire family was visible, crying, laughing and literally crushing me with their hugs and sure enough our house was back to normal already.
After an hour long session of expressing our emotions began the questioning which I was so badly trying to avoid as I didn't want to reveal Basil's name. But looking at the glares each one of them was giving me, I was sure thet wouldn't rest till they got hold of the entire truth.

I told them the entire thing, from the time I had seen Basil (who I called Mr Devil so as to not reveal his name) murdering soneone and speaking about the blasts, me getting kidnapped to the time Basil converted.

'I do not care of he has changed, he dared to harm my daughter, I will not spare him', it took every ounce in me to pursuade him to not file a complaint telling him that it would be futile anyways as they couldn't find him while he held me so how would they find him now? And besides when Allah swt has probably forgiven him and he is now as sinless as is a new born baby then who are we to punish him?
I was finally able to calm him down and was now being fed all the delicacies in the world like I would not live to eat tomorrow.

We all finally went into the prayer room and offered nafl salat to thank Allah swt for finally making our life normal again and for taking away all the trouble. Life felt great again alhumdulillah!