1)Different Hearts❤Halal Journey Of Two People(edited&completed)

chapter=47 Epilogue2 (edited)

Some people will come and go from your life, but some will be a blessing and some will be a lesson. If they leave, let them go; they were not meant to be forced. Sometimes all you need is your husband's and your family's support. We all have ups and downs.

People will find a way to be with you if they truly want to, as nobody in this world is overly busy.

Eight years later:
Yumna:
"Mum, mum, we still need to invite a lot of kids from my class," our little Ayman said, sounding very excited about his upcoming birthday celebration, which we had promised would take place this year. Eight years have passed, but it seems like yesterday was just yesterday.

We told him to invite only his closest friends, and he provided us with a list of twenty. I was making black forest cake for him and his classmates. He is a friendly guy who readily trusts people and has a golden heart, just like his father.

"Mum, is it okay if we invite Mayra too?"He asked me, his eyes beseeching, and sometimes I felt like he was not just a 7-year-old child anymore, but a 17-year-old. I knew a girl who was really good, but even so, I did not want her to have anything more at this age; he needed to concentrate on his studies.

The voice that brightens my day says, "Assalamualeikum." My smile widens as I realize that, despite everything that has happened over the years, my devoted husband is home early today.

I said, "Waleikumsalam," and he hugged me in front of Ayman. I removed his coat and set it on the chair, and now I know why our little one has a crush on Mayra—he inherited it all from his father.

What is going on, young man?He greeted Ayman with a "hi5" as he asked, and they immediately struck up a conversation as though they were forgetting me entirely. These two are like a third wheel together.

As if it were no big deal, he said to his dad, "I was just telling mum to invite Mayra." Oh no, his dad got closer to me!I am aware that he will emotionally blackmail me because that is what he does. He always pays attention to Ayman. People may believe that Ayman is spoiled, but in reality, he is not; he receives everything he can, sometimes more than is permitted, and he is aware of this.

My in-laws entered another group of people who genuinely love us at that moment, and I am happy to have found them.

"So, Ayman, what do you want this time?"As soon as they asked him what he wanted for his birthday, I instantly thought of how I had met my incredible husband. I grinned and turned to go to the kitchen.

"You know how much I love you," I was now putting icing when I heard his deep voice, which still gives me the chills. He was so close, diverting my attention.

"So, the cake has more value than I do?"He inquired once more, feeling irritated that I had ignored him when he arrived early. I turned to face him.

I started to say, "Hey, that is just cake and you," but I was afraid to finish.

"Yeah and me what?" he asked, lifting my chin. Did he not realize his parents were in the room next door?

He blocked my path once I finished placing the cake in the refrigerator, I said to him, "Your parents are in the next room."

He whispered, "I love you so much," and I wiped away my tears as I recalled certain incidents. He scowled, possibly not understanding why I was crying.

"You cry when I tell you I love you?"I looked at him, wondering how I had become so fortunate, as he asked, lifting my chin once more.

He wiped my tears with his thumb and said he did not want to see me cry ever again. "No, these are tears of happiness," I told him.

Though I may have moments of rage, as I am not flawless, we shall not give up but rather persevere.

I prayed for someone to be with me and guide me in our religion, and Allah sent you. I missed my parents, but I know they are in a better place. "I will always protect you, love you, care for you, grant all your wishes tru," he said, finishing his statement. I returned the hug.

"I prayed to Allah once for someone who would guide, protect, and love me. Allah sent you," I said, not knowing where the courage had come from. His eyes narrowed, but they also lit up with joy, demonstrating his deep love for me and our family.

As soon as we hugged, I heard someone clear their throat, so I turned away and started to back away. Ayman came and told us to keep in close proximity so that we could snap family photos.

"Mayra, how are you doing?"We all started laughing when Ayman's grandfather made fun of him. He then came to hug us and thanked me for inviting her and all of his friends.

Alhamdulillah.

**Birthday celebration****

I grinned, glancing at my spouse, our rapidly maturing child, and my in-laws, Alya Lubayna and Yakub, who were not yet married, but I sensed a relationship developing between them and these girls, eh?

Today, my aunt, Imran, Aisha, and Aisha's parents were present. I used to be upset when my parents passed away, but Allah takes away the people he loves the most—even though they were in pain—and places them in a better place.

We all have different hearts, but it all depends on how we work through our challenges as a team. I used to feel lonely, but then God answered my prayers and sent Ahad for me, and everything changed.

It is still a long way to go before Allah wants us to be together, but this was our journey.

We did not realize Allah had already planned our entire journey when I prayed for someone and he prayed for someone.

I grinned and went with them since Ayman wanted to give Mayra cake. These children are so young; may Allah protect and guide us all, ameen.

"Where did you go?You did not see the scene where Mayra smeared frosting on Ayman's face," Ahad chuckled, and Ayman, who still desired to feed cake to Mayra, who came from a very low class family but had a good heart, said.

"I watched it all and you seem to be enjoying it," I said to him. He gave me a hug and said that is how life is meant to be enjoyed while they are still young because you never know what will come next.

As a response to his previous confession, I whispered in his ear, "I love you too," and kissed his cheek when no one else was around. We then cut another white forest cake together with Ayman, to much applause and requests for a family photo.
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That is how two distinct hearts came to be together; their journey began in a halal manner, and they carried on with their lives, giving thanks to Allah.