MY DEEN...ISLAAM (Being Edited)

Chapter Thirty Five

                  Ahmad's Pov

I stood on the rooftop for almost an hour looking at the skyscrapers surrounding the building. Allah is really the most high. I admired the sky, how high it is and how blue it is.

Allah in the Holy Qur'an said 'Indeed we created everything with predestination.' He did created us all with destiny. I have my destiny, so does everyone else.

I remembered the story of how the prophet (may peace be upon him) lost his beloved wife Khadija. He didn't give up on his life not even once. He loved her very much. Although he got married years later, he still loved her.

I didn't know how my life without Aeesha would be but I wanted to make the last few weeks she had left with us memorable.

I sighed heavily and let my tears fall peacefully. I didn't want to lose her but there was nothing I could do to stop it.

"Are you okay?" A voice startled me.

I wiped my tears away and looked behind me. I saw a middle aged white man with black hair and brown eyes. He was staring at me curiously.

"Are you okay?" He repeated.

I nodded unconsciously "Yeah."

He smiled gently and walked towards me until he was in front of me.

"Someone you know is dying, right?" He asked shocking me.

"Yes...hmm...how did you know?"

"My wife died a few days ago because of C...Cancer. For the few months we stayed here...I would come here almost everyday crying my heart to Allah. It had been very difficult but Alhamdulillah!"

I cringed "I am sorry for your lost. May her soul rest in perfect peace."

"Ameen." He nodded "What about you?"

I felt like telling him everything so I sat on the bare floor "She... She has lung Cancer and has a few more weeks to live at most. She's very weak and in pain, I hate seeing her that way."

He sat beside me and patted my back "I know how it feels. The doctor told me that she has two more months to live but she died a month later. So...doctors can't predict everything, they only use their knowledge. Only Allah knows when one is going to die."

I nodded in agreement "You're right. Only Allah knows."

"You must love your wife alot, uhn?"

I blushed slightly at the thought "She...hmm...she's not my wife."

He apologised and commented "But you do love her alot."

"Yes, I do. Alot...I love her so much."

"You can't let her go now. You need to be there for her."

I nodded "Thank you."

"You're welcome. May Allah have mercy on us all."

"Ameen."

After he left, I spent a few minutes alone there before I went to the fourth floor into her room.

She was asleep peacefully with an oxygen mask on. Uncle Zayn texted me that she was not responding to treatments at all. So the chemotherapy failed.

I sat down on the couch by her left and stared at the closed balcony.

I was too lost in thoughts that I didn't hear her Mum and Batul come in till Batul said loudly "Hey! Stop thinking too much."

I jerked my head towards the door and forced a smile out "Hey!"

"Son, don't think alot, okay?" Her Mum comforted me with a warm smile.