Have you ever felt like your day will be well out planned waking up before subuh? Exactly.
The barakah of it.
It was the usual. Mouadh would be quiet, patiently waiting for the sun to rise. I crawled up to him wanting to tap on his arm when he dodge it away from me.
But he did not say anything.
I tried the second time. This time, I'm making sure he would not dare to do it again.
'Layla, no', dodged again.
'What's wrong? Do you hate me now?', I wailed. Pretend to as if .. wail.
'No', still passionately head turned down. Khusyuk.
I stood up half. Tried to hug him.
'Love, I need to take my wudhu if you touch me',
Haha. That's what it was.
I hugged him by the waist, resting my head on his back.
'There's not much time left',
He took a deep breath. 'I know',
I wanted time to stop. I knew that this day would come.
'I'll be back', tears were in his eyes, but he tried to look brave.
'You better be',
His soft hands were on my cheeks wiping the tears that I do not want him to see.
'Never forget your salaah, sweetheart'
I stared at his eyes. His eyes were hopeful. 'InsyaAllah, love.'
A month without the sight of him is painful. Tough love huh?
'Two presentations and 3 amazing quizzes. What are you thoughts on this Mrs. Lateef?' Zulaikha spun the chair towards the side.
'At least these amazing quizzes are definitely related',
'We just have to do the calculations well, 5 amazing future dealers waiting upon us. Should we make a quote out of my name then?', Lopez cried out.
'At least today's a productive day', Elliot.
Truth be told. Living the adult life, working. Have kids. A whole lot of commitment.
Students? Twice the work honestly. I could debate to it. Period.
'I'm gonna go do the laundry now. See you guys',
'Are you kind hearted at the moment?', zulaikha smirked.
'Nope',
'Three trousers and 2 pairs of socks',
I stared at her.
'I'll wash yours for 3 days then',
I laughed. 'Lopez, you're joining in?'
'Which part? I'm being a gentleman on one side',
'3 days',
'Don't involve Lopez in our national problems',
'I'm kidding. I'll be leaving now. Assalamualaikum',
Mouadh had offered skype. I was shy. Maybe this thing is new. Mouadh is new.
'Are you sure you don't miss my face one bit?', he chuckled.
'How should I respond to that?', gave him the question look handing the phone nearer to my ears. Giggling.
'There are a lot of possibilities then. Babe, I miss you so much. Or a year without you is like a year without rain via selena gomez. Or perhaps Mouadh, I want you now..'
'No', I squeeled enough to let other people turn to me at the laundry.
Keeping my head straight. 'I know, everything's new to you. I'm just missing you love. I felt the need to tell you that',
'I miss you too, dear husband. Please be safe over there. Do not skip meals.',
'There's that sound',
I gulped. 'What sound?',
'Wife material',
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Always. (Islamic Story)
SpiritualLaila Humaira who thinks she had all the love she was going for. Comes a dashing green-eyed guy who gives her hope on another direction of love. "Be my wife", a voice spoke in front of me blocking enough the light. He was a tall dark figure in th...
