QADAR💫

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....she plumbed on her bed, trying to recapture what had happened in the main parlor, she saw him, that feeling she felt was something she has never been through, how is that even possible? She just saw him for the first time, but he arises her feelings more than anyone could, she run her hand through her face letting out a sigh of relief, she has never felt this for a man, the way butterflies run in her stomach was incredible when her eyes met his, she quickly looked away the moment he choked for the first time, she can feel his deep gaze on her, which sends goosebumps over her system, she couldn't help standing there with his eyes on her

"mistress I'll be back when you're done" she said just to another choke, it's then she looked at him unable to stay looking so she looked away

"are you okay Umar?" Mistress asks him, Yasmin never dared to look at him, she smiled softly at his nice name "Umar" she repeated in her mind

"Y.e..ah yes I'm okay" he said and everything goes afresh, the goosebumps omg his voice was husky and vibrant but she loved it, how's that even possible.

She shook her head and sat upright, she reminded her self of who she is and where she comes from,

she can't dream because she doesn't have the right to, she's poor, she's just a maid here,

her eyes laid on her pic with baba, she grabbed it and hugged it to her heart, it was a picture they snapped when she was 12, she hugged his neck tight and they were both laughing,

tears rush down her cheeks, she gently sob to her satisfaction, how could life be this unjustified, astaghfirullah. She whispered, this is her own test, Allah tested everyone in different ways, and for sure Allah knows the best for her...

she sluggishly entered her bathroom and make ablution, she spread the praying mat and did her Isha as it's already called, she did nawafil and cried out her heart to the only one she believes will mend everything..

she did her shaf'i and wutr and when she's done, she felt comfortable, all her ham flew away, she felt so much better and have the feeling that everything will fall back to its places. insha Allah.

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Mistress room..

Yasmin sat on the floor just beside the mistress that was sitting on a sofa,she patiently waiting for her to finish the call she's making, mistress ended the call and looked down at her

"Yasmin how are you?" She asks ever so softly, Yasmin couldn't help but look at her before looking down at her fingers

"I am fine mistress and I am very sorry for what happened..." she started but couldn't finish, words cannot just come out of her mouth

"I understand you, Yasmin look, I like you the moment I saw you Wallahi, and I want you to stay with me, don't call me mistress again kinajina? I want to be just like a mother to you, ehh?"

Yasmin tried to stop her tears but that was impossible, that's it, nice words is her weak point, she let the tears down and sob softly burying her face in her hands, mama shifted closer and took a hold of her face, she let her sob on her laps, she sobbed to her satisfaction, as if mama knows, all she need was a shoulder to cry on..

"I won't insha Allah, I won't call you that again, I never thought one will ever be this nice to me since baba has passed away, I live 5years without a simple 'how are you?' From mami or anyone else, this is my QADAR, and I accepted it with opened hands"

Yasmin cried once more, mama pitied her, she felt sorry for her because she felt Yasmin deserved a better life, she caresses her cheeks before saying

"I'm sorry you had to face all this, this is life Yasmin don't loose faith in Allah, you know? Sometimes our lives have to be completely shaken up, changed and rearranged to relocate to where we are meant to be, be faithful and trust Allah, everything will be alright after that"

this is the first time after 5years she felt safe, loved, cared for, and worried about, she missed those words for five consecutive years, she was in need of advices and company, she never thought she'd find it here, Allah is truly Al-RAHMAN

"I won't force you to tell me anything about your past life, but I want you to know that I'm always there to listen to whatever you have to say, I want you to replace Haajara for me, please" mama continued softly, Yasmin looked up at her, she saw pain behind her eyes which she tried to cover with a smile

"Haajara is my second born, she is of same age as you, her father insisted on taking her abroad boarding, because I was diagnosed with a serious ulcer that leads to me taken to the outside country, she was taken there for no one could tell her about my illness as she's the closest one to me, she can stay crying for the whole day when I got a slight headache, it's funny that I am the one to stop her crying, Haajara how I missed you" mama stopped and Yasmin couldn't help but ask

"Where's she now? Is she fine?" Mama nodded with a smile

"She is insha Allah, you know? Umar loved her more than anything, she was his everything, she was a nice girl that you can't help but love, Umar could die for her tears, he hates seeing her sad, I was proud because I know Umar would surely take good care of her even when I and Alhaji are no more"

Yasmin was confused, she wants to hear more, she wants to know more about Umar, she needs that...but she don't know why..? Why do I care about him this much.? Why...

His arrival stopped her from asking mama anymore questions, her eyes laid on his perfect bearded jaw, it moved to his full thick brows, to his long straight lashes and finally to his lips where she felt she wanted to do a lot things to it..

'subhanallah' she whispered to herself

'astaghfirullah' she added washing away the thoughts from her mind.

he entered without a salam that surprised her, how is mama not going to talk to him about that?

Is she afraid of him?

Or her love to him blinded her?

Not like She's complaining of her training but mama supposed to stand against that.

His attention derived from his phone to them, he stopped just in his track, no doubt he was staring at her as she is, butterflies running in her stomach, she was not going to embarrass her self and throw her self to him, because right now she's feeling the urge to hug him, kiss him and a lot more, she looked away just the same time mama noticed his presence

"Ahh babana kaine?" Her concerned voice distracted him from looking at Yasmin, why does she have this effect on him?

Why...?? He wondered

"Nine mama, I just wanted to say goodnight" he said stilling looks at Yasmin

"Uhm sai da safe ko?" Mama replied, he turned and walk towards the door, she can't help but look shamelessly at him, until he's out of her view, she gently take her head off mamas lap and turned to face her

"Are you sleepy?" Mama asked

"Yes mis.."

"Are we back to formality again?"

"Sorry mama" when she said the word 'mama', she felt it, unlike when she say mami, mama is definitely something, an angel sent to save her out of the cave she's stocked in

"Good girl" mama chuckled

"See you tomorrow then" mama said standing on her feet, Yasmin did same and stood up, they did their goodbyes and parted ways

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As she plopped on her bed, she can't stop thinking of his brown eyes, she can see a lot of things in it, she just can't figure out what definitely it is... ohh Umar you can't do this to my poor soul... with that she closed her eyes and in lalaland she found her self..

That's it!
I hope you liked it, and I'm thinking of start writing in POVs how did you think?
#happyreading🥰