Devoted to You [COMPLETED] ✔

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Zayaan Muhammed Siraj entered his home, a smile forming on his lips as he smelt the aroma of his mothers fantastic cooking. It was no secret that Hajira Siraj was an amazing cook and the entire neighborhood always asked her to cook for their mini functions. They lived in a really small village in Turkey, where the entire population was very old school. They weren't modernized and they were very orthodox. Their values and mentality was insanely different to the rest of Turkey or the world itself.

Zayaan didn't mind all that much though. He liked his way of life and he preferred it over living in sin any day. His living condition made it much easier for him to improve on his faith and he honestly didn't know what his outcome as a Muslim would be if he hadn't been brought up as he had.

His family consisted of just two members. His mother Hajira and himself, Zayaan. His father had passed on years prior to his remembrance and all that he knew about his father was that he was a great Muslim, a great husband, friend and son and he was a watch repairer by occupation – a fabulous one at that.

Hajira stirred the pot that was on the two plate stove absentmindedly. How was she going to tell her darling of a son that he should leave his mother for three months to live in a mosque? She knew she shouldn't sugar coat anything, he was very mature for a twenty two year old. He had taken his religion (Islam) very seriously from the very beginning. She knew that when he was younger, he longed for a better lifestyle. For a father. For a new beginning.

But what could she do? She could not afford to give him a better lifestyle. Whatever penny she had, she had spent on him and saved in his name. She simply could not give him a father, however much selfish you may think of her. Her heart still belonged to his father, Hasaan and even if she did decide to marry for her baby's well being, who would want a widow. Never mind one with a beautiful baby.

And she couldn't give him a new beginning. "Quitters never go far in life, my boy." She remembered telling him often. So what type of mother would she be if she turned hypocritical?

"The food taste really delicious mummy."

"Thank you Zayaan."

She heard him sigh before she felt his hands holding hers. "Whats wrong Ma (mother)? You have been acting strange ever since I came home from next door." He really didn't know what was going on but Hajira has been jittery from the moment he came back from his best friend's house.

She let out a deep breath and began, "do you remember your father's friend that lives a half hour away from here? The one that stays in the mosque?" she paused to see him nod his head. "Well, I got a call from him this afternoon, and he said something to me. He told me to send you to the mosque to stay there for three months." His eyes widened. Why would Uncle Shareef want him there? And that too, for three months?

Noticing the underlying question, Hajira spoke again. "Uncle Shareef and your father had gone to stay at a certain mosque when they grew up. It's not tradition or anything, but it increases your faith and answers all your silent questions. Your father described it beautifully. He said that while he was there, he felt a wind so strong, yet so gentle. He said it was as if there was a tornado brewing, yet it felt just like a breeze. He had said that your questions are the tornado and the answers are the breeze. I really think you should go. I may not want to live without you for three months but I feel that once you are there, you'll feel content and all of your doubts will be cleared."

"If you honestly feel like I should go, I would mummy."

"I really do darling. I really feel as if it would do you good."

"Then you can call Uncle Shareef and tell him I'll be there by eight tomorrow morning."

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