MYSTELWOOD

Chapter-3

"Mom?"

Please Allah show me her smiling face.Aara prayed.She turned to her daughter,slowly,with a smile.A forced smile she knew right away.

"Salam dear.When did you wake up?"

"Just now" Aara answered quietly.Her mom's eyes were red and puffy.They were wet.Her mom had been crying.Again.

Her  heart beat accelerated as fear gripped her.

"It's about dad,right?"Aara  choked out.She didn't even need to ask,almost all their  tears where shed because of him.Her mom looked at her with the moist agonised eyes and simply nodded.Aara knew it.Hatred pooled inside her heart for that man.Was it the first?second?hundredth?time her mom cried because of him.She didnot  know,she had lost her count.But the worst part being they can’t even loathe him for much long because.....they  just can't!Allah made him there father,and she knew she was in no position to disapprove Allah’s wish.She knew she should be thankful,afterall not everyone is blessed with the gift of parents.

Aara took a deep breath and rubbing her mom’s moist eyes,hugged her.She recalled of those times when out of nowhere her father would come, smiling at them like they were the only thing in the whole world that mattered to him.But.Then.His.Love.Disappeared.And now at the age of twenty-one,Aara wishes nothing but her father’s love,the warmth of his embrace.

She balled her fists tightly as anger and helplessness entangled her.

"What did he do mom?What did he do this time?"

Her mom was silent for what seemed like eternity.Aara strode towards her and snatched his shirt from her hand,throwing on the floor.

"You don't have to do any of his work,okay?You just don’t!Where is he,let me speak to him.I bet he fought with you again!"

She shook her head.Tears gliding down her cheeks continuously.

Seconds seemed to stretch till forever until her mom spoke.

"He..he didn't come home last night.” She sniffed.

“Aara,your...your dad did not..come home.." and then broke down.

Aara couldn’t believe her ears.It seemed the world started swirling in slow motion around her.Nausea gnawing at the pit of her stomach.He never did this before,even though how worse their fights were her dad always came home.This isn't happening.Tears were burning on her eyes.

Aara tightened her embrace,as their suppresed tears fell uncontrollably.They had been too strong,for too long.But it never got better.She started  reciting duas in her mind,anything to keep her mind off the living nightmare.Aara knew this was another of Allah's tests and she prayed wholeheartedly that their strength remain intact....but it was getting difficult.Astagfirullah!She hated herself even more for having such thoughts.Please Allah,please forgive me.

After an hour of continuous sobbing,Aara put her mom to sleep and heeded downstairs to Arshia.She was playing in her signature style of topsy turviness.Asking Hannah,their maid to take care of her,Aara practically ran out of the house to her sanctuary....to the beach.

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Assalamualaikum readers.Here's another short chap...Sorry cant write long ones..So Aara's father was the mystery??maybe....Dont frget to vote nd coment!!!

I want to make this story a spiritual one...so if there is any beautiful advice or Islamic opinions you want in this story,plzzzz private message me.Just feel free to share your views...Also,even though it's a muslim book,I welcome all non-muslim readers to read it as long as you respect my religion..:)

Quotes of the day-

"The happiest people are those who have found out that Allah is enough."

"Two feet move your body.Four feet move your soul."