Weeks went by. Musa had tried on several occasions to contact Inayah. But she showed no interesting in talking to him. He often visited her parents house, and they'd give excuses like: "she's not home" or "she's at work", meanwhile she looked at him from the corner of her curtain as he remained clueless.
He texted her a lot. He kept apologising. But was him being unfaithful worthy of forgiveness? There came a time that Musa stopped trying. He no longer waited for her days on end in hope she might leave her house. He no longer called her ten times in a row, in hope she may answer. He no longer texted her. Instead, he prayed. Oh how he prayed.
Musa's POV:
It's been months. I haven't seen her. The only image I have in my head is of her crying her eyes out and walking out. It eats me up. It kills me knowing I hurt her so much. She's giving me her silence, but oh terribly it hurts. Who knew silence could speak so loud?
I tried giving her space, but my heart convinced me not to. So I've been trying to gain her attention in the last months. And all I've gotten is several excuses as to why she can't come to the door, or been left on "seen". It was killing me.
My heart was uneasy every second of every day. I decided I had to pray. Maybe if I sought forgiveness from Allah, then He will eventually grant her the courage to forgive me? I had a lot of repenting to do. I promised myself, I won't say another word. I won't go to her parents again, until I'm a changed man. Until I'm back to being the Musa she fell in love with.
I began to pray again. I prayed all 5 prayers without any excuse, without any distractions. I often visited the mosque to pray. I'd often get up during the nights, when my heart had felt uneasy. When all my mind was capable of doing was thinking of her. I got up during the nights and I'd weep in my prayers for my love. For a love that was lost, but also capable of being found again. I echoed her name in every sujood, and prayed to Allah to keep her heart at ease.
Months went on, I stayed in this routine. And then came a time, I was given advice to try talking to her again. So I rang her. It got to the second ring.
She answered. She actually answered..
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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...
