Devoted to You [COMPLETED] ✔

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P A R T T W O

Zayaan laughed as his mother fussed over the zipper of his jacket before pulling it all the way up and smoothening it out. She messed with his hair before pulling her son into a heartfelt hug.

"Relax Ma! I am going for three months to a mosque not to a war zone. It's not that long!"

"It is long! And don't you dare forget to eat all your meals on time."

"Of course mother. I love you."

"Love you too baby."

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Zayaan exited the bus and admired the face brick structure with a dark, emerald green dome. His mother had briefed him that this was serious and he would have to be up to task to follow all the work given to him.

It wasn't until three months were over did he realize that his father was once again correct. His questions were answered and he felt like a new person.

The past few months have been great despite the fact that he had been away from his mother and the little friends he had. He had helped Uncle Shareef with all the work but it wasn't so bad. He helped with the work and he got to stay in the mosque which was amazing. He had prayed all his prayers on time and he even had a good amount of time to read the Qur'aan.

It was Zayaans last day at the mosque and Shareef gave him a list of chores to do. It was a really long list of chores but Zayaan had completed it. He was sweating and his muscles were immensely painful.

Finally Zayaan left to greet Uncle Shareef as he was leaving in a few moments, but as he got to the room, exhausted beyond belief, he groaned when he realized that Uncle Shareef needed something.

"There is one more thing you must do."

"Yes of course." He answered very quickly,

"Are you sure you will fulfill this wish of mine?" how bad could it be? He had been helping this Uncle for three months, surely one more thing wouldn't hurt a whole lot.

"Yes I am."

"Are you sure once again?"

"Yes! I am very certain. Just tell me what you wish for me to do." He needed to go home. He could practically taste his mothers cooking and he yearned to see her face.

"I want you to marry my daughter." Zayaans first instinct was to scream 'no'. He wasn't ready for marriage in the slightest but then he realized that marriage completes half of your faith. He was silent for a good ten minutes before he pinched his eyes closed and gave an answer. 

"That's alright with me." Surely his mother would be shocked but he must go home with some gift, should he not?

"Then you should know that my daughter, Hameeza, is deaf, dumb, blind and cripple." Zayaan felt relief wash over him. He wouldn't have to worry about her not being satisfied with him. He didn't mind such a wife but he wouldn't be able to handle it if she wouldn't be happy with him. He wouldn't mind not having a normal wife. he wouldn't mind doing the work for her. But one thing he did mind was her not being satisfied with him. 

"Once again, that's alright with me." A look of pride shone in his eyes as he gazed at Zayaan and something about the sight made him feel that his father was proud of him too. Even if it was just a little.

"You are a good boy Zayaan. Your mother has done an excellent job. Now go home to share the news with your mother and tomorrow after the afternoon prayer, meet me back at this house."

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a/n: did you guys enjoy it? even a little? 

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