Behind You✔️

Chapter 1

Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim
(In the name of Allah, the beneficent and the merciful)

FARAH

We laugh, we cry. Sometimes we feel like giving up, finding ourselves in an unfortunate predicament. When it's too much to handle, we feel like hurting ourselves or doing something out of character. Such things lead us to shut out the people dear to us, chasing away those who are good to us. One thing to keep in mind is that no matter the hardship, sorrow, or any dilemma, we should have faith in Allah and know that Allah is with us. Whatever we're going through will come to pass someday, Insha Allah. Such is life.

The room was a bit dark, the open windows being the only light reflecting into the room, making the white ceiling visible. A dim lamp lay on the left side of the bed, making the room more composed.

"Sis Farah"

Pulling the duvet to the brim of my eyes, I readjusted my sleeping position, completely ignoring my sister's call.

"Sis Farah... Aren't you going to work today? Mom said you should come down for breakfast." She yelled again. Ya Allah.

Lunging my hands towards the nightstand, I managed to land them on my phone. Peeling my eyes a little, I jerked up in shock seeing 7:30 on the mobile screen.

Subhanallah, 7:30! I'm almost late for work.

"Coming," I shouted, not sure if she even heard me.

I made my way to the bathroom in a fast stride, tripping along the way. I felt my body react to the hot water, soothing through every joint. The shower didn't last long, remembering I was close to being late. I couldn't wash my hair due to the time ticking away. Wearing a black long-sleeve gown, I topped it with a sandy-colored coat. I'm not a makeup person, so I applied a little powder and lipstick, making sure I collected the required things I needed. I wore my hijab while exiting the room.

"Farah, I sent Yasmin to call you. What took you so long?" Mom started as soon as she saw me coming down. Taking the seat facing her, I took a fresh plate and placed two slices of bread, and prepared my tea.

"Mom, I drifted off," I said back while munching on my breakfast, which I couldn't finish. I kissed my mom's cheeks and Yasmin's.

"Take care of yourself, Farah," she said when I was halfway through the door.

"Insha Allah, Mom. Bye Yasmin."

"Bye, sis."

I love my mom more than anything. Our dad passed away when Yasmin was 2 years old. Our mom took care of us. She's always there for us whenever we are in some situation. I love my family.

***

I made my way towards my desk and bumped into my colleague.

"Morning, Precious," I greeted cheerfully, placing my bag on my desk.

"Where have you been? The boss has been looking for you. I tried calling you, but you weren't picking up," she said, her face crinkled in worry. I had a feeling something was up.

"Sorry, my phone was in silent mode." Fishing out my phone from the bag, I changed it back to ring mode.

"Go meet him before he throws a tantrum," she said, moving back to her seat.