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And [remember, O Muhammad], when those who disbelieved plotted against you to restrain you or kill you or evict you [from Makkah]. But they plan, and Allah plans. And Allah is the best of plan.

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"They will be coming in another 15 minutes, go get ready" Qulsum spoke. "Ummi, you know I don't need much time to get ready like Inaya", Amaani chuckled.

Amani was simple and she loves things to be decent, but she was the naughtiest

She was heading home with Yusuf when she got a call from Qulsum to rush home quickly.

She was cluelesss but when she reached home she learnt that Haaroon's family was coming to see her the same evening.

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It was a yes from both the families and all of them were very happy for her.

"Well, we should start preparing for the Nikaah now itself because there is no much time, and two weeks is so less of time." Inaya spoke.
"You know what Ini, we have TWO WEEKS. Which is 14 days and they are totally sufficient, let's start preparing for it today but there is absolutely no need of rushing." Ibrahim said. "And like always, slow and steady wins the race" he winked.

Inaya came to Amaani "Abi is calling you, he is in the garden" she said.

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Amaani went to the garden and found Ibrahim sitting on the swing. As she moved forward "Come Amaani, take a seat" Ibrahim began.
"How do you want your Nikaah to be like?" He questioned.

"Abi, I don't want the Nikaah to be a grand one, instead I would be the happiest if it was a simple Nikaah with least expenses." She said.

Ibrahim nodded his head and plastered a smile on his face and said "Okay, my dear. But let me ask you something." Fear consumed her " What is it Abi?" She managed to ask.

He held her hand and with a happy cum sad face he asked "Are you happy? Will you be able to handle this?"

"Yes" she said with a bright smile. "Don't you worry about me, ya Abi."

"Allah is testing me." She added. "He will have better plans for me In Sha Allah, because He is indeed the best of planners." "May Allah make it easy for you" he whispered.

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The house was filled with laughter and happiness because there were only two days left for the Nikaah, and everything was going accordingly.

"Amaani, I'll take care of them " Qulsum said looking at Ain and Aiz. "The outfit that you are going to wear on your Nikaah has already come, try it once and let me know if there's anything wrong." "Okay ummi."

She went upstairs to try the outfit which was similar to one of the outfits that she already had. She took the outfit in her and remembered the day when she wore that outfit for the first time.

She looked towards the couch, he was sitting there and looking at her "You look stunning" he said.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a sound which came from downstairs. She quickly got down the stairs and rushed to the room and found Ain on the floor.

She was crying and all of them came to the room. She picked Ain and started making her feel comfortable.

She handed Ain to Inaya and went upstairs. But stopped when she heard someone say "Ani."
She turned back to see who it was and then she came to know that it was Ain.

"Di, did she just call me Ani?" She bursted out with happiness. " Yes Amaani, you are lucky. This is the first time she spoke. Ain, look at your Maasi, she is so happy."

"Now say mumma" Inaya said. "Muma" she heard someone say. It was not Ain but it was Aiz this time. " Aiz , Barakallahu feek, I'm So happy." Both the twins had just made their day.

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That night Qulsum and Inaya prepared dinner for Amaani which consisted of her favorite food.

All of them wanted Amaani to eat properly because they knew especially Qulsum and Inaya knew that from tomorrow she will get the jitters so basically she won't be able to eat most of it and since there was only one day left they thought of doing this.

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This is my first book where I'll be showing you a glimpse of the life of two people who loved each other for the sake of Allah.

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~Nameera Fathima 💛

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