Burnt Embers

Chapter Fourteen

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We plunged into sins and then tell ourselves it's alright ,everything is okay, we are not really doing a bad thing forgetting that what is haraam from the onset will never ever become halaal, no matter how hard we try , no matter how many people are in support of it.

Money is like Satan on a piece of notes,which can sometimes turn the good to bad, the honest to dishonest and the humble to arrogant .We are so used to the idea that money is power , without it we are powerless. It might be true that money brings us power to command maids, to have an array of cars in our lot, to buy the things we want without a headache and what not .But will that money by any chance take us to the one place that really matters?

We are allowed to have money lots of them there is nothing bad in that because Allah created us not equal but that doesn't give us the green light to do whatever we wanted for the sole reason that Allah favored us more than others in this temporary world, being rich is a special way of having the  resources to please Allah more yet we  tend to forget. Aiming high to get to the peak and losing ourselves to the world till it became too late and we're only left with temporary enjoyment which will go down the drain the moment we close our eyes forever ,then what ? A torment of grave and that of jahannam. May Allah forgive us all and cleanse our hearts Ameen .

These were the things Kaybee was thinking about all day at work since morning through lunch and now back in the evening to his empty apartment which has no homely feeling to it . Daddy has visited him on his way to New York for an official assignment and he was so happy and relaxed but the prospect the old man brought rattled him .He was given and ultimatum to choose a spouse for himself before coming back or daddy will marry him off to any lady of his choice and he gave no room for argument .

How can he say no to daddy ? How can he tell him that to him all women are the same and he has no intention of marrying ever again . He knows that he has Afreen to think of but what will marrying again benefit her with ? What if his wife is like all those evil step mothers that will break your child beyond repair ? What If she will break him too ? He had loved once at it didn't end well and you can call him a coward or whatever but he has given up on love .

His phone brought him out of reverie and his gaze fell on his now cold dinner which he had been twirling with a fork .

" Assalamu alaikum Mommy good evening " He greeted an over cheerful mommy .

" Waalaikassalam dear, how have you been  My baby boy ,have you eaten ?"

He rolled his eyes and gritted his teeth " For Allah's sake stop calling me baby boy  mommy. I am a grown man with a baby "

Mommy laughed heartily from the other end and he wondered what made his mom so happy ,he has not seen her this happy for a long time .

" I will agree that am your baby boy if only you let me into the reason why you're so happy ?"

" Can't an old woman be happy ? Life is short you know ? Don't be sad. Smile it's sunnah, don't worry be happy " .

" I know mommy, but there must be a reason no matter how minute. Please tell me please please "

" you stubborn rat, it's something I've been praying over for almost a four years now and Finally Allah has accepted my prayers which makes me so happy "

" Urghhh mommy!!! From a baby boy I've now become a rat like seriously ? Am so happy you're happy darling mama and Alhamdulillah for an answered prayer even though you're too secretive about it " He pouted .

" Did you just pout K ? Like frigging pouted the way Afreen does ?"

" No I did not ! Absolutely no " He felt like the ground should open up and swallow him whole and mommy teased him to her fill before they finally end the call .