Finding Islam

61: FaceTime - Fatimah bint Muhammad RA

'EID MUBARAK! 🎉💕
تقبل الله منا ومنكم صالح الأعمال
May Allah accept from us and from you our prayers and our deeds. Ameen. ❤️

Here is my 'Eid gift to you all :)
Enjoy x

- A'ISHAH'S POV -

"SubhanAllah, you're sweating buckets." I cringed, looking at Ayman's glistening forehead. It seemed as if the more I looked at it, the more profusely it would perspire. "Okay, that's actually disgusting." I muttered, shaking my head. "You need to stop before this girl sees your forehead and throws a 180."

Now he looked even more panicked and I felt slightly terrible for mocking him during a monumental moment like this. "You're supposed to be supportive." He chastised, using the damp tissue to wipe his forehead for, what must have been, the hundredth time.

Serves him right for mocking me constantly for using my full words when I was initially getting to know King.

I wasn't evil like Ayman, though. I had to at least try to make him feel better.

"I'm sorry. Hey, listen, it's going to be fine inshaaAllah, Ayman. Her grandmother is going to love you, I'm sure of it!" I encouraged. "You just have to calm down and be yourself. Be natural." I smiled widely and he scoffed.

"We can see how well being natural is going for me right now, sis." He scoffed, gesturing to his forehead and making me release a burst of laughter.

"Just be yourself! You're perfect, Ayman. She's going to love you, inshaaAllah. Trust me." I told him and he took in a deep breath before sighing.

"InshaaAllah." He repeated. "Can you fetch me another cup of water, please? Fi sabilillah."

I nodded. "Of course."

I left my phone on the couch beside him and walked to the cupboard to take out a cup and while I was filling it up from the tap, the familiar FaceTime ringtone resonated around our small living room.

In the back of my mind, I thought I heard Ayman release a squeal, but it may have been my imagination.

"A'ishah! A'ishah, run!" He yelled and I chuckled to myself.

The squeal was definitely him.

"What about the water!?" I called back jokingly as I turned to go answer the phone.

"Bun the water, A'ishah! Hurry!" He shouted, obviously frustrated as I entered the room and walked to him, casually leaving the cup on the coffee table as I picked up my phone and sat down.

I pressed the green 'answer' icon and after a few short moments of muffling sounds, the black screen flickered and changed, showing sister Aleena's grinning face.

"Assalamu alaykum, sis." She smiled at me, instantly making me smile as well.

"Wa alaykum salam wa rahmatullah. How have you been?" I asked her, holding the phone out.

She shrugged. "So-so, but alhamdulillah ala kulli hal."

"Of course, alhamdulillah, but are you okay? Do you need to talk about anything?" I questioned slowly, not wanting her to think that I was intruding, but her voice did sound off a little.

"Nah, man. I'm good." She laughed. "Just been one of those weeks." She shrugged it off. Again, this was her not opening up or showing her vulnerability to others. Other people that she didn't trust yet, at least. Perhaps in the near future when she began to trust me and our bond grew stronger bi idhnillah, then she would comfortably open up.