Only Her(COMPLETED)EDITED

I want to know you

Remain positive and persistent even in the face of adversity. Allah is aware of your early morning prayers and your quiet cries. Remain patient, for He is always present.

Lower your gaze as much as you can, and wait for the one who is meant for you.

Ahlam.

1.45 pm. After finishing my prayer, I folded my prayer mat, or janamaz, but a little while later, I felt a strong urge to pray to The One and Only Allah.
I started crying uncontrollably and giving Him all of my troubles, suffering, and anxieties while I was in the Sujood (prostrating) position. He is the only one who truly knows me.

Speaking to others about your troubles can occasionally cause them to spread to other people, but when you confide in and pray to Allah alone, it remains between Him and you; how lovely is that? Praise be to Allah (Allah is Perfect).

I sighed with relief as I wiped away my tears and felt so content and at peace that I asked Allah for forgiveness. I wiped away my tears and took off my black hijab and prayer scarf to make sure I was adequately covered for prayer. As I was folding them away and putting my janamaz by the Quran in the open bed stand drawer, I heard three loud knocks on the door, which startled me and caused me to knock over a glass vase that was on the nightstand. Screaming loudly, I looked down at the gorgeous roses with a scent of red velvet strewn throughout the shards of glass on the stone floor.

I stared at the mess I made for a moment, trying to stop my unsteady left hand from shaking too much to do anything else. I quickly considered wearing my hijab or bringing my hair forward to cover up my tear-streaked face after remembering the knock on the door. I chose the latter option. I swiftly wrapped a blue head scarf around my head, completely encasing my long black hair, and said, "Come in."
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I started to wear a hijab when I reached the age of 13 to curb possible sexual desires from the opposite sex and for religious beliefs. My mother used to always say to me "habibi (my love or a word similar) only allow your future husband and close family to see your hair down freely, preserve your true beauty for them alone to see only."

Since the incident, my left hand wasn't capable of handling much gravity or tension that only Hania and her mother Faiza were aware of. Today, it was hurting me a lot so I had it supported in the pocket of my long midnight blue A-line dress, which touched the tops of my bare feet. Displayed with white floral flowers from the hem of the long sleeves and at the bottom that was rousing ever so slightly from the gentle breeze of the open balcony doors.

When nobody responded I presumed whoever it was decided to walk away, so raising and contracting my shoulders I casually said audibly "oh well"

Turning, I was astounded when my eyes unexpectedly landed on Aahil who was causally lounging against the open balcony doors. His dark brown eyes studying me, steadily searching my face from my eyes to my lips.... Lingering on my lips. I wasn't even aware that I was staring back until he spoke out in a warm and gentle tone "Assalamu Alaikum" (Peace be unto you) with a cute smile playing on his lips.

Distancing myself away from him and lowering my gaze in embarrassment, I replied back in a whisper "Waleikumsalam."

We stood there for a few moments, in silence. My gaze on my bare toes, peeking through the hem of my long dress; his, burning gaze into me.

Hearing Aahil draw in a deep breath, he slowly walked towards me but not close enough to invade my personal space.

"Why are you trying to ignore me Ahlam?" He said it in a quiet voice.