Inayah's POV:
Three days later and I'm still sat in the very same spot, holding my hands high to the only One capable of understand the rhythms of my heart and the beats for whom they yearn for. Loss wasn't something I hadn't encountered before, but why did this specific loss make me feel worse than I ever had? My mouth was dry and my eyes were swollen. I laid my forehead on the ground and whispered: "ya Rab show me a way, ya Rab heal this pain." and with that came out all the tears I never knew I had the courage to shed anymore. My heart was set on not moving an inch from the prayer mat, it was the only thing convincing me that my hearts still beating, that although it's torn, it's still capable of functioning. It was the only thing making me feel alive. Had I made the wrong decision? Was this pain Allah's way of saying, that I should give it another go?
Musa' POV:
I ran into her brother today. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. This was odd, this was different. He didn't say a word and walked straight past. Why?
I've moved back into my mum's now. I no longer have the strength in me to look at them four apartment walls without the image of her and me and all the dreams we had talked about. All the visions we had for the future. I often go back. But lose the courage to walk in. I couldn't let go of the apartment though. My belief in Allah reuniting the both of us was too strong. I know He would. It's just a matter of time. It's just a matter of strength.
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Words Apart
Mystery / ThrillerSometimes we speak words with the intention of them not being remembered. But what happens when the very words we speak become the very reason everything falls apart? Read on to see the story of a couple, Inayah and Musa, and how their beautiful mar...
