Three days later.
We had explained everything to Ammi, and yes it took her three days to get over the fact that I could've died.
Abba wasn't angry, infact, no one was, they appoligised for not telling me the truth behind my ring, but of course they were upset for me doing this behind their backs.
Zishan slept in our guest room, and when I told him his punishment, he just shrugged and mumbled "Can't say I dont deserve it,"
As for the ring. Well, that was still on my index finger.
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"Hey Jameela," Mariah whispered, sitting on my bed.
"Hi," I smiled.
She looked at me with slightly teary eyes and sighed.
"I am so so so sorry, for being the kafur that I was, I guess I was.....so deep in I just......lost all imaan," she said quietly. "After all this, I realised, you never know what's around the corner, and I wanna do good, and I wanna start now,"
I looked at my sister and noticed instead of the tight short clothes she wore a lose tshirt and a maxi skirt.
Has Allah accepted my duaa's?
I took her hand in my own.
"I'll be with you every step of the way,"
And I stuck to my word.
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