My Habibi

Chapter 24

As Warda got ready to go Syed helped her carry her bags. Her head rested on his shoulder.
"Syed you don't have to do that.  Really it is fine. " Warda batted her eyelashes at him.  She wanted him to hug her.  She wanted him to feel her heart.  To listen to it.  She wanted him to love. Love her like she loved him. She wanted him. 
"A man carries the bags of his woman. " Syed whispered in her ear.  As they approached the front desk the father went to pay.
"Someone has already paid for you." The receptionist smiled as she informed him the generous person wanted to remain anonymous. The father shocked and overjoyed began crying out of happiness.
"Allah is watching over us." The father whispered as he hugged his wife. Warda gave a glance at Syed. Wondering if he had anything to do with it. Syed seemed off in his own world though. Distant from her now. As they went to the car Syed helped her in.
"Dude it was my arm. Not my leg." Warda laughed as she sat. Syed smiled a little grin as he motioned for the father to speak alone with him. As the two men spoke Warda saw Syed look down. Making hand gestures which showed down, quiet, and pointed at Warda directly. She wondered what they were talking about. Then she saw her father hug Syed and mouth the words 'thank you'.
When her father walked back she noticed he had been crying. His eyes were bloodshot red.
"Dad? Is everything Okay?" She asked.
"Yes. I have just witnessed a miracle and wanted to tell Syed about it." Her father smiled to reassure her before rushing everyone to the car. Warda felt something was up. After all, it is Syed. He always has something going on. She sighed. She only wanted to be close to him. But she couldn't help but wonder. Did she get closer or was he just being nice?
When Warda reached home she checked her phone. Only calls from Aisha. And the obvious text messages asking what happened. Warda felt guilt creeping inside her. She felt bad. Having almost taken her own life,even on accident, she forgot the people who cared for her. She smiled. As she tied a scarf she prayed two Rakaat for shukr (prayer to show gratitude to Allah). She felt revived. As if Allah was sending a sign that she was needed for something. And she could guess who it would be for.