YASMIN

Chapter Thirty-Three

CHAPTERS TO END:ONE

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! YOU ARE WORTH EVERYTHING THE WORLD HAS TO OFFER! YOU MATTER! YOU MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE! SO LIFT YOUR HEAD DARLING, YOU ARE A QUEEN!
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Yasmin stood at the door,watching as Huzaifa got out of the car and she stepped into his open arms,her hands going around his neck as she buried her face in the rook of his neck.Huzaifa wrapped his arms tightly around Yasmin’s waist,he pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of her shoulders.

“As salaam mu alaykum,love.”

Yasmin lifted her head,resting her chin on his shoulder,“Wa alaykum mu salaam,Zaify.”

They stood,locked in one another’s embrace not willing to move from where they stood until Huzaifa moved his head back to look at her face,“Let’s go in.”

Yasmin nodded her head,a unhappy sigh leaving her as she moved her arms off Huzaifa only to smile when he locked their fingers together.They walked in,Huzaifa put his work bag on the table before they walked to their room.Yasmin let go off his hand as she made her way to the bed,she put her knees on the bed,crawling to the middle before turning to face Huzaifa,her legs crossed beneath her.

Huzaifa smiled at her as he loosened his tie,placing it on their dressing table before he removed his shoes and suit jacket,“I’m going to make wudhu.”

Yasmin nodded her head,“I already read my asr salaah,so you can take your time.”

“I won’t be too long.I promise.” Saying that he disappeared into the closet,with Yasmin’s gaze never leaving his back.

Yasmin looked around their room,a shiver going through her body at the memories of what had occurred here just two days before.Yasmin hated the feeling of regret and foolishness that flooded her body but she also could not help but think of the lesson it had left behind.She may have turned to Allah yet at her weakest moment shaytaan had overpowered her will to do one of the biggest sins in the eyes of Allah.She could not thank Allah enough for the wonderful,understanding husband she had got and she could not beg enough for Allah’s forgiveness for her actions.

It had been her first day home alone but she had not felt like the world had ended,she felt a need to fight,to survive for herself,for Huzaifa and for her family.She had spoken to her mother on the phone then she had spoken to Maryam who had spoken words of comfort to her and she had shed a couple of tears at the soothing motherly voice.Throughout the day,whenever she had felt the need to find something wrong in the lose of her nana and nani she had picked up her Quraan to read Surah Yaseen and pass on the sawab to the marhooms.

Now she knew once Huzaifa would read his asr salaah,he would sit down to talk to her.She was aware of the exchanges between him and his cousin’s spouse regarding how he should help Yasmin overcome her fears and the loss of her grandparents.

Yasmin laid down,her hands behind her head as Huzaifa walked out of their closet now dressed in a t-shirt and track pants.He looked at her form on the bed before reaching for his topi and musallah.He performed his salaah ending off by making dua and then he folded his musallah,making his way to the bed.He watched Yasmin sit up,he sat down in front of her and she looked at him,biting her lip.

“Did you eat lunch and the snacks that I left for you to munch in between breakfast,lunch and now?” He asked looking at her with a serious tone,eyes sharp as they scrutinized her face for any sight of lie.

Yasmin nodded her head,“I did,in fact I had two servings of the lovely mag dal and roti mummy sent over.I also ate my snacks proof of which is the empty bowls.”