A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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And the winner is @hafsat_talba , my fav surah is suratun-noor. So this chap is for you habibtee😊

Previously on IELB

Islamically, first look is halal which doesn't mean we're allowed to keep gaping at every MashaAllah creature we happen to come across, till  eternity.In the previous chapter,we had seen how faruk broke that rule, was he so tempted? We all know faruk ghazaali does not act on reflexes, so was it a reflex to rise up his head for the second time?  Or what was that second look all about?

Read on.,

Marriage,

Thistles,

him.

     See, situations in life, sometimes renders a person so helpless and choiceless, that, the only choice left,  remains the needful choice, and want it or not, that needful choice becomes next to the only way out. In Muneenah's case,

Marriage!  Was that needful choice,

     Oh, she could so very remember when she was little, and the young kids who had recently discovered the word marriage, would tease each other, including herself, she would cry so badly, and say to them, I will never get married,

    A strong wave of his memory washed over her so suddenly, like a well preserved blur, his voice, as she could hazily remember had wafted it's way into her ear with something along the words of,

     "You do have to get married someday, you know--"

     "No, I will not--" she caught him off, as tears slowly began to form from the corners of her eyes.  He looked over to her, as if to convince her, but instead, he smiled, knowing she was still at a phase of 'boys ew' in her life..

   "Why?" He pushed.. for a young girl like herself, she clearly did not have an answer, all she knew and could answer to him at that time was,

  "I will never get married"...

      I will never get married, was a phrase that followed her to an extent, that resurfaced its existence somewhere within her mind, engraving itself almost in a permanent manner that as much as she tried to start liking it whilst growing up, as much as she wanted to start accepting the fact that it was a part of her, a part of her religion, a part of her culture, literally a part of her life.. she knew, there was some turbulent force dragging her back and holding her back..

       Shackled within the boundaries of this resillient  constraint, and drenched in the dark shadows that hovered above her, she was reminded of how unfortunate the sequence of her life was, reminded her that, this marriage that, she was trying to seek solitude from was perhaps the wrongest choice she'd ever make,

If only she knew, if only she gave heed to her reluctant mind, if only it wasn't too late..

"Do you Muneenah Yaseer sheikh, agree to get married to Farouk Muhammad Ghazaali, upon the agreed mahr?" The words effortlessly trickled out of the mouth of who looked like the imam that was invited to the Ghazaali residence,

Well atleast, her favour was granted, there was no crowd, and only his family were present.

   That question flew her to a world of deja vù, it sort of all came rushing to her, in full force, causing agony to tear at every wall of her heart, and causing pain to settle at the deepest pit of her stomach, the feeling, unexpectedly shackling, the shackling thing about it was that, she could not do a thing about it, and it was difficult to step out of her fears, to overlook the demons that hunted her and say a yes once again.