Inspired by a muslimah

chapter 27

While on the flight, I tried typing Myra's name on facebook and from the number of names I got, I shortlisted 3 of them from Bangalore, India. Trying my luck I opened the first profile. Not her. 2nd profile, quotes on rebels and short skirts, definitely not her.
Muttering a quick Bismillah, I clicked on the 3rd profile. Anonymous. Not much information. Words of wisdom and adventures. Hijabis as the profile picture. I had an inner feeling that this had to be her but the user had last logged in a year ago.
Deciding to stalk her followers to see if I could get any information I ended up opening a girl named Inaya's profile.
She had posted pictures a few pictures of her and she resembled Myra. I had a feeling she was the little sister Myra used to speak about and the resemblance was quiet a proof that they were related.
Could I like text her ans ask? That would make me seem like a pervert wouldn't it. Scrolling down, my eyes fell on her address.
Address! Her address was probably Myra's address! I had found a piece of a puzzle! I quickly noted down the address and logged out of my facebook account and decided to take a nap.

     After the arrivals, I hired a taxi and headed to the hotel Myra's father had a partnership in. Yes, I wanted to stay in that particular hotel. Why you ask? Maybe I had a slight hope to see Myra there too...
  Checking in, the first thing I did was head to the washroom to make wudhu. I had so many salats pending that I had missed throughout the journey. My salat was a part of me now, I felt incomplete without them. Falling in sujood was the best thing in the entire day that took away all my sorrows. After I was done offering salat, I raised my hands asking for everyone around me, praying for Myra's happiness wherever she is. For what was best for me. For the ummah that was drowning in misery especially Syria.

      I woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm going off for fajr. I realized that I had fallen asleep on the prayer mat itself last night. Freshening up, I headed to the mosque and from there I had decided to directly go searching for Myra's parents house.

         While on the taxi, whereas thoughts occupied my mind, some of them were very disturbing and discouraged me from visiting Myra's place. I was afraid of rejection, of denial and of letting go Myra. My entire world had collided when I was informed about her being married. But I had come to win her and that I would. If Allah had written her mame beside mine then nobody could change Qadr but I just hoped it was. And if I left without trying I would live in remorse and regret my remaining life.
          It was a 40 minutes drive after which the driver announced that we had arrived. Getting out of the taxi I stood gazing at the house in front of me fighting an inner battle as to whether to go in or not. What if she isn't glad to see me? All the horrid memories of my past came rushing back into my mind.  Just then I noticed a young girl clad in a hijab walk past me and then she marched back and stood glaring at me. I didn't bother looking up at her but when she persistently kept staring, I asked her "what?"
        She rolled her eyes and giving me a disbelieving look she retorted 'Aren't I supposed to ask you that?'
    When I didn't get what she was trying to convey, giving me an incredulous look she said "duh, you are blocking the way to my house". At this, I looked up and thats when I noticed the striking resemblance the girl had with Myra. This was definitely her sister.
      
               When she started walking back, I called out to her, "Inaya?".  She turned around and with a perplexed expression raised her eyebrow, indirectly asking me to explain.
  "Myra used to mention you alot."
      "My sister didn't know any guy besides family. Who are you and what do you want?"
After a moment of hesitation I finally revealed that I was the one who kidnapped her sister. "What? Are you a mental asylum runaway? A lunatic? Who on earth comes and confesses their crime. You do know that we can hand you to the police right? You know what?, gimme a minute. I have some pending business with you" ,with this said she went inside the house and within minutes came back with a bottle of water.
      "Hospitality I see. Thank you so much. I was thirsty anyways"
       She just smirked and then opening the bottle instead of offering it to me, she dumped all its contents on me drenching me completely.
After this act of hers she concluded with a mini speech " standing in front of my house you had the audacity confess your crime. This Is what you get for messing with my sister. I'm sparing you because you never harmed her otherwise you would be behind bars for messing with my sister, mister". Sassy? Check. If I thought Myra was crazy, that was till I had met this sister of hers.
        With this said, she marched in and slammed the door on my face.
    Regardless of being insulted, I shamelessly went jogging towards the door and rang the bell.
        The door opened to reveal an angry looking Inaya. "What do you want? Like? On a serious note,  what is it that you have come here for?"