His Blind Wife✅ completed.

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LAILAH

I got up for FAJR, and made WUDU.
I prayed that I meet my parents in Jannah one day, I prayed for forgiveness. I finished my prayer and put my prayer mat on its place. I then got ready for work and was tying my Niqab when my phone rang.
I picked up
AssalamoAlaikum." I said
"WaalaikumAssalam."
"Mariam? Is this you?"
"Yes, sister, who else?"
"Well, I didn't expect that you would call me."
"Well, I wanted to surprise you. Oh, and btw I am coming soon to see you."
"Yeeeeaaa!" I squealed in excitement.
"Ouch, girl! You will make me deaf."
"Oh... Um. Excuse me but I have to go off to work, I am getting late."
"Oh yeah, no problem, see you later. Ma'assalam." and she cut the call before I could answer. I grabbed my cane and my purse and headed out.
On the way out loneliness got over me as I remembered how every morning I bit goodbyes to my mom and dad hoping that when I return they'll be proud of me. Tears started coming on their own.
"Are you OK, MIS?" someone unfamiliar asked.
"Yeah, thank you I'm completely fine."
"Oh, ok. Have a nice day."
"You too." I said flashing a smile.
"I finally reached work. One minute late.
"I started my work for today and saw that the boss still hasn't showed up.
I was almost done when my phone vibrated indicating a call. I picked up and said:
"AssalamoAlaikum."
"WaalaikumAssalam."
"How are you doing Aapi?"
"Alhamdulillah good, and we're all good too. I want you to come home as soon as possible and no excuses because of work." she sternly said.
"Ok ukhti as you say."
"Ugh, you no I don't like you speaking dad's native language, right?" she wined.
"Oh, come on I'm sooo in love with Arabic."
"Ok ok enough blabbering, come fast!" and with that she cut the call.
     I got home as fast as I could.
"AssalamoAlaikum!" I yelled from the door.
"Ya Allah! Girl WaalaikumAssalam!" Mariam said and hugged me tightly.
"Girl you've grown up so much, and are a Niqabi! Ma Sha Allah!" she chirped.
"And I see Akhi has been taking good care of you." I said jokingly and I earned a smack on the head from her.
"Ok, now MS bossy Zahra has said that you should go up to your room." she said and guided me upstairs.
     In my room I untied my Niqab and removed my Hijab and Abaya.
I sat on my bed and just when I decided I would stretch a bit a knock interupted it.
"Yes, come in." I softly said.
"AssalamoAlaikum Lailah." Zahra Aapi said.
"WaalaikumAssalam!" I chirped and gave her a hug No matter how much upset you're with your family, they are a family after all and you should all be closely knitted.
"How is my little girl today?" AAPI asked me.
"I'm good Alhamdulillah, you?"
"I am good too Alhamdulillah."
"So I am giving you a dress and I expect Mariam to help you wear it." she said with a firm tone.
"Can I look at it first?"
"Yes, you can of course." I touched the dress. It was long, blue gown made out of soft material. It wasn't modest at all, and I already started disliking it, although the fabric was my favorite.
"Aapi, I can't wear that." I calmly said, leaving the dress aside.
"And why can't you wear it?" she asked.
"Because It's not modest at all, it's revealing in my opinion and doesn't agree with my believes."
"You should dress like that because a family is coming to see you for marriage." she happily said.
"Listen, Aapi, I'm not for a display to non mahrams, I will be on display only and only for my husband not to some strangers. So I am wearing a dress, my abaya, and everything that's Islamic, even my Niqab." I said, keeping my tone soft and calm, although defensive. My oldest sister has never liked the idea of being so religious but one day hopefully she will see where I come from.
"No one will want you as their wife with this covering of yours, and the Niqab."
"Allah knows best, Aapi. You're not Allah to say who will take me as a wife, and who won't." I said calmly, but sadly.
"Well, ok, do all you want but if this nice proposal fails because of your Niqab and old stile I will dress you up my way next time."
"I don't know, Aapi, I don't know. As I said Allah knows the best, may he guide you."
I got dressed and Mariam did my hair. She helped me apply coal in my eyes and she put on my Hijab, adjusting it and pinning it safely in place. Then she tied my Niqab.
"Ma sha Allah! I so love how you look, Habibty!" she said with her British accented Arabic which I found sooo cute and adorable.
"I have a dream Lailah." She said, sitting next to me on the bed.

"What is it, Aapi?" I asked.

"I want to be a Niqabi just like you. But I am afraid of what people will say, and how they will look at me."

"Oh, Dear Aapi, don't worry about how they will look at you. Think what Allah will give you as a reward for your modesty, and how close you will become to him. Pretend you're blind and you don't see their stares.""

"Sometimes, I wish I could be blind like you so I don't see the bad things on this world." she said with a sigh.

"Aapi, you know blindness isn't a good thing sometimes. You gotta fight for what you want more than a sighted person does." I said, hugging her.

"Yeah, mabe you're right." She said, and kissed me on the forhead.

"May Allah bless you, Habibty. You're my princess and inspiration." I blushed on these words of hers, and she pinched my cheeks.

"Oh, blushing, huh? Well, let's see how you will be blushing when you see the prince charming of your dreams some day."

"Auch Appi, you're so mean." I said with fake anger.

"Ok ok my dear drama, let's go downstairs."

    We went downstairs with Mariam guiding me.

I sat on the couch, leaning backwards, eyes closed and relaxing when I heard voices, and Mariam whispered near my ear to go to the kitchen and make my delicious tea for everyone.

    After preparing the tea, I returned with the tray to the living room.

No blind person needs a cane in their house when they have live there for years, believe me.

I put the tray on the table, and waited for everyone to say something. Mariam helped me with the serving.

I remember Mariam putting me to sit up next to someone, but I was so worried and afraid to ask.

'what if I fail the whole thing with my questions?'

'No, no. I shall just ask who is to my left side.'

"AssalamoAlaikum." I shyly said whispering.

"WaalaikumAssalam, dear." an aunti said, and I sighed. Maybe that was the guy's mother.

"I'm Habiba Ahmed's aunt.

'Oh, so an aunt. Wonder where are his parents.'

'Gosh, girl, don't voice this out!' I scolded myself.

"Nice to meet you, Aunti, my name is Lailah.

"Ah, what a beautiful name my dear, Ma Sha allah."

 Soon I heard the doorbell and foodsteps which belonged to someone.

Someone sat in front of me, on the opposite couch.

"AssalamoAlaikum." a deep, yet soft masculine voice and so... So. Familiar.

I couldn't stop wondering when a person popped in my mind suddenly and I froze on my place..