A Blind Love

6.

What is the purpose of life? A question we should be asking ourselves at all time. Why was i created? The answer is simple "Worship". It does not only comprise of reading all five Salat, fasting and just claiming to be a Muslim, but all the things that is commanded by the Almighty.

For example, a person is only praying and hardly fasts without any valid reason, and he claims to be a really good worshipper, he claims to be a good Muslim. SubhanAllah!

You claim to be a Muslim and all the things that have been forbidden to us by Allah, you do it all the time believing you're doing the right thing.

It's true that no one is perfect but still, we need to try our possible best to please our Creator. May Allah make it easy for us.

"Are you sure you miss me?" Norah's excited voice sounded from the other line.

"No, i'm not." I replied sarcastically.

"Of course you do. To make it better, i miss you more. Why don't you come stay with me for a while?"

"I stayed the weekend with you last week, isn't that enough?"

"No, it's not. You know i will never get tired of seeing you."

I chuckled "That's so sweet of you."

"Of course it is." I smiled.

"Khadir sends his regards."

I sighed "Same here."

Ever since they got married, they were inseparable. My stay with them was somehow awkward because they were always together...like seriously together.

I did enjoy it because i got to spend a little time with her, when her husband is away on a visit or something else.

I sighed again "I love you, Norah. Talk to you some other time."

"Okay Sis. Love you! Bye!"

"Bye!"

I hung up and set my phone on the bed. It's been two weeks after Norah's wedding. I went to her house for the first time, a week after her wedding. Iman came to visit me two days ago and had gone back that day.

Currently sitting on my bed, drawing whatever came to my mind. I let my mind take over and drew. I love drawing, it was a hobby. Anytime i was sad or bored, i would draw.

There was a knock on my door then someone came in "Assalamu alaikum!" It was Noor.

"Wa alaikumus salaam!" I replied smiling.

"How are you?"

"Alhamdulillah! You? I thought you went to your friend's house."

"Yeah...i just came back. Didn't want to stay long anyways, i wanted to come keep you company." I felt the bed dip beside me.

I pouted "So sweet of you."

He snorted "Whatever. What are you drawing?"

I shrugged "Don't know, just letting my mind do it all."

He chuckled "Let's see what you got over here."

"What is it?" I demanded after a few seconds of silence.

"It looks like...Mum." He whispered.

"Really?"

"Yeah! But how is this possible? You can't possibly remember what she looks like. Heck even i don't remember her face except in pictures."

I shook my head "I still see her in my dreams sometimes...i can never forget her face. But this is the first time i've drawn her."

"Ma Shaa Allah! She looks very pretty."