Tashan Wala love

Chapter 11

"A blessed Friday"

It was early in the morning, the sky was bright as always. The birds were chirping and enjoying the cool breeze, migrating to it's country. The dew drops were falling from the leaves of the plants, making grass wet, and to fill it smell with beautiful feeling. The sun was rising up from the cloud. It looked so beautiful and amazing, making an individual's mood fresh and bubbly.

And like usual Numair sat on the window side of his balcony, eyes closed and with his melodious voice reciting surah kahaf.

He came back from his Zee after fajr salaah, serving her with her favorite hot chocolate, who was sleeping heavily, her mouth ajar and snorling slightly which made her look cute. He kissed her cheeks and prayed for her happiness which she lost, some years back, before he returned to his house.

It was Friday today and he was reciting surah kahaf as usual with the birds who used sit on the balcony of his, and listen to his melodious voice.

Mr. Ahmed who for some reason passed through his room, stopped listening to his melodious voice. He was literally dragged in to his room to find out that what he was reciting by which his heart felt some strange kind of peace.

He stood near the door of the balcony, looking at an innocent boy, who was making his heart calm by the beautiful recitation.

His eyes got moistened, when he saw the holy Quran in Numair's palm, securely pressed to his heart. He wanted to feel the book in his hands too, as before some minutes Mr. Aydin gave him some basic information about Islam and our holy Quran.

Mr. Ahmed wanted to feel that book in his hands, but restrained himself from touching, as he felt himself impure, for touching that holy book of Allah. The little girl who haunts him in his dream, made him feel impure by implying him as her victim, who destroyed her life.

Numair who finished reciting, blowed his breath on his hands, palming his shining face while reciting Durood.

He kissed the Quran, before his eyes fall on Mr Ahmed who smiled at him weakly with teary eyes.

"Salaam Uncle. How have you been? And you are here at this time? Are you in need of something?". Numair questioned politely making his way to the door where he was standing.

"No. No. Just passed by your room but got attracted to your beautiful recitation which sent peace to my heart", Mr. Ahmed kissing his forehead.

Numair grinned at him. "Uncle Ahmed, thanks for the compliment", he winked at him, "and yeah of course this book gives peace to an broken, sad, happy heart at the same time. It's like our Rab talks to us through this Quran", Numair exclaimed proudly, his eyes twinkling with proudness of Islam and the holy book.

"Oh son, I would love to know and read it. It's like I however belong to Islam, but my soul is full of filth of this world and I feel emptiness inside my heart", Mr Ahmed said, his head hung low.

Numair dragged him inside the room, placing the Quran securely in it's place, both sat on the bed.

"Uncle Ahmed, indeed you have lost your memory and you might have been in the wrong way, but your heart feels guilty and desire to listen to the words of Allah right?. Then you are blessed uncle, Trust me", Numair said making Mr. Ahmed to look at him with confused eyes.

"There are some people who sin, continuously even though they know about their evil doings. They acknowledge about it, but ignore as their hearts have become so hard and ignorant. They ignore that voice of their hearts which makes them feel guilty. But their nafs overpower them and they sin without any restrictions. Astagfirullah".