Destined

Chapter 1

Assalamu alaikum dear readers,
JazakAllah khair for choosing my book to read. I really appreciate it.
Hope you'll enjoy it :)

I'm not that good at writing but I have tried my best.
Insha Allah you all will like reading my book.

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Naureen

My phone buzzed, indicating it was time for fajr. I was up before the alarm as I hardly slept at night.
My nights have been sleepless since that day. Its been two weeks but I'm still not recovered from that incident, And I dont think I ever will.

I barely talk with anyone. Just be myself , locked up in my room and keep thinking about her, crying for my mistake, blamming myself for what I did. Whenever I remember that striking day, I get gooesbumps all over my body. Her smiling face flashes over my sight. Oh my Allah! What did I do!
Its all my fault.

I headed towards the washroom, performed wudu and prayed fajr salah. After praying I made dua " O Allah please forgive me. It was just a mistake, an unintentional mistake. You are The Gafoor , The Rahaman so please grant me forgiveness, please." I sobbed
Its not been a single day since that incidence, where in I havent seeked for forgiveness from Allah (SWT). I hope Allah (SWT) will forgive me. Then I recited few pages of Quran. Reading Quran makes me feel relaxed. It feels peaceful.

After taking bath, I dressed in a peach coloured top with white plazo pants, one of my comfy outfit.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was all dried up, my hair was a mess, my eyes were red, swelled up- like they may pop out in no time and dark circles covering them. These all were outcomes of inadequate sleep. And if I go downstaris in this condition then my aunt would be shocked seeing me. And I dont want her to be worried for me. 

I tied my hair in ponytail and applied some make up to hid my horrid look. I pinned my hijab, glanced a last look in mirror, took my hand bag and exited my room.

"I'm leaveing for work aunt, see you in the evening. Allah Hafiz" I said walking towards the front door

"Noor, wait, wait a minute. Atleast have your breakfast" she said walking or more like running towards me

"I'm not hungry, aunty and I'm already getting late" I replied

"Dont punish yourself by skipping meals. See what condition you have made of yourself" she said in frustation

Hiding my face with makeup was of no use. She can figure it all.

"I know you, more than you know yourself. So no need to hide anything from me. And take these with you. Eat it when you feel hungry" she said handling me the sandwich packed in a foil.

"Ok. Allah Hafiz" I said
she replied to me and then I left for work

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I reached work within 15 minutes. I worked in an Islamic Highschool as an mathematics teacher. The school has all the regular subjects in addition of Arabic.
It was the only place where I felt a bit good.
When you are around children, they make you feel happy, almost forgetting our worries.

"Assalamu alaikum, Sidra" I greeted my friend as I entered the staff room.

"Walaikum assalam, Naureen. How are you now?" She asked

"Fine, actually" I faked smile

"But you dont seem fine to me. I know you Naureen."

"No I'm ok"

"No your not. Stop this Naureen please. Please, stop punishing yourself."

"Punishing? I deserved to be punished for what I did"

"Oh, when are you going to understand. It wasn't your fault"

"Sidra, please I dont want to discuss about that right now. And I have a lecture now, so I need to go" I said collecting the books

"Okay, but remember I'm always there with you, whenever you need me" she said giving a sympathetic smile

"Thank you, Sidra. You are such a good friend" I smiled back

"Yeah, yeah now don't get all emotional. We have work to do now." She grinned.

"Ok, ok.I'm going, see you in lunch break" I said walking out of the room.

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So this was the first chapter.
Next update will be on saturday.

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