between the moon and sun

the first night of my life

Amina POV

We came to the hotel. During this 1 hour i was thinking about what happened to me, i was feeling sorry, i wanted that this moment never happened. I could not see Tariq's eyes, those eyes that maybe saved my life.

My behavior wasnt ok, Muhammad pbuh didnt teach us to behive like i did.

It wasnt ok, i had to say sorry to Tariq, i hope that he will forgive me.

We went out the car, Tariq and Halid left us fast. I still could see him. It was around 6 o clock. I and Chelsey went to our hotelroom.

I layed in my bed, i took my hijab off. I wanted to relaxed, to forget everything today. I prayed to Allah to help me, and to lead Chelsey cuz she was confused these days too.

I fall asleep, i was too tired.

I woke up, i only slept 30 min but it was enough for me.

Now i was feeling better, my energy came back, it was like a new day, Allah, like always, helped me.

I  wore my black abaya with a black scarf, it was 20 min to maghrib, so i decided to go to the masjid to pray. I wanted to say sorry to Tariq, i hope he will forgive me, i wanted to thank him too for everything.

'Amina are you going to pray now?' Chelsey asked me.

'Yes, for 20 min will be maghrib, would you like to go with me? I answered.

'Yes, but would you like to read Quran, its calming my heart' Chelsey answered.

This sentence moved my heart, maybe all the time she was thinking about God, islam.

'Yes deffinitly' i said with a shoking voice, 'I will have to just text Tariq'

And so i did.

'could you come to the masjid now, i would like to talk' i texted him.

I didnt wait him to respond, i wanted to read Quran, so we left.

The masjid was now even more beautiful, there was no one.

We sat down, i opened the Quran and started to read.

Chelsey was sitting besides me, she closed her eyes, i could see that she was enjoying.

Alhamdulliah.

Usually i was reading the Quran without noticing others around me.

Soon after Tariq came alone to the masjid.

He sat down too, listening to my reading.

I was calm, i didnt want to stop reading Quran just because he came, so i jusz continued.

Tariq POV

I was suprised that Amina sent me the mesage. Halid was sleeping i didnt want to wake him up. I entered the masjid i saw Chesley sitting and a beautiful voice reading Quran. That was Aminas voice, the most beautiful femal voice that i ever heard.

I just had to listen to her, she was so modest.

She was wearing a black ayaba and a scarf, like a real muslimah. She was a good examle for everything in islam.

Amina POV

I finished my reading, i read about 5 pages and then i dicided to stop.

They both looked at me, obviosly they wanted me to contiune but i was too tired.

Tariq was looking at me with his eyes, eyes that are still worried. Maybe he is worried about what im going to tell him.

He was about to say something, he opened him mounth but i interrupted him.

'Tariq, first of all sorry, im sorry for my reaction, im sorry for everything that happened today,

i had to pause, i took a breath and continued

'JazakAllah for everything that you did, May Allah reward you with Jannah Firdaus, i said all this but without looking him in his eyes, i was shy, when i was done i looked up and said:

'Thank you, i wont forget'.

He was confused, he didnt accept this, but he was satisfied.

'No problem, just keep me in you duas' with this sentance he gave me a little smile, the smile that i loved the most.

I quickly lowered my gaze, blushing, i hope no one saw it.

Then Chelsey interupted:

'I hope your done. Im glad that everything is ok now. I maybe saw that these days i was deep in my mind, these days changed me. This days changed my personality. You know that before i didnt belive in God, but i changed my mind. There is God, but i would like to know more about Allah, you know the situation were my life could've end, today what i saw changed me, and i spoke with Alma, we spoke about the war, and her story was something that touched my heart, so i want religion in my life. I will struggle, i know that, but the harder the struge the more glorious the triumph.