The Head Cover

Head Cover-epilogue

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Epilog: The prize

"Our Lord! Give us in this world that which is good and in the Hereafter that which is good and save us from the torment of hell fire!" (2:201)

Zara's voice was muffled, still Riaz could clearly hear his wife's sweet voice praying to Allah, praying for their good life.

This marriage was a gift indeed. He never thought Yusuf wanted him, a converted Muslim to be his sister's husband, but fortunately for Riaz, Yusuf did. And Yusuf's parents heartily agreed to this marriage. They were happy they got him as their son-in-law and they had said so to him.

Three years ago, when Riaz left to work, he was really sad to leave Zara Malik. That girl had owned a part of his heart and she was ruling him like a Queen. She never smiled flirtily; she never wore dresses that would catch men's eyes; she didn't bat eyelashes, or talked with fake sweetness in her voice. She was always distant, but polite. Innocent and wore dresses that would cover her from head to toe. But somehow she had captured Riaz's heart, because she was a true Muslim, a Warrior of truth. She was genuine and she was chaste, kind and that was what reined Riaz's heart. He had lost it to her, however he knew he couldn't be a part of her life. He left with tears, because it hurt him to think she would never be his.

He kept in touch with Yusuf and Family. He often visited them, and met them, but never once he spoke of his heart.

He still remembered that day when Yusuf asked him about marrying Zara. He was back in the town, after 6 months and like usual, he met Yusuf in the restaurant. Yusuf barely talked that day, and when their meal was over, he looked at him as though he was assessing him. Riaz felt suddenly bothered by his friend's stare.

"What's the matter?" He had asked with anxiousness.

"Do you want to be my brother-in-law?" It was a straight question.

Riaz was stunned to silence. His heart was singing praise to Allah in joy. But he wasn't sure whether he had heard Yusuf right. Maybe it was his wishful thinking.

"What?" He had hopefully whispered.

'Please Allah, let it be true.' He prayed inside.

"We're searching a respectful Muslim groom for Zara, and I thought of you."

If he could kiss Yusuf without looking like a failed joke, he would have. But instead he smiled widely.

"Allahu Akbar." Riaz muttered heartfelt. It was as if Allah had been watching his misery and was helping him out. Riaz's eyes clouded as he said "Yes."

Allah had offered a beautiful woman to Riaz, a woman whose heart was million times beautiful then those brown eyes and cute face. She was a wonder in his life, and he thanked Allah, everyday for the blessing.

"Alhamdhu Lillah, All praise is to Allah."

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Zara was in kitchen, when Riaz entered. He kissed her with a loving smile. She smiled back at him with love shining in her eyes as a flaming torch.

Her two children came in then, their baby faces a picture of pure bliss. They went out with their uncle Yusuf and was now back.

"Mama, Zahid stole my lollypop." Nasiha complained about her brother. She was four and the boy just turned two.

Nasiha was fiery as her mother and she had the most beautiful smile. She was kind and though she loved her little brother dearly, she still didn't stop the fight.

The boy was a little devil/angel. He would do the pranks and then would sit there as if he knew nothing. That innocent green eyes were always filled with mischief and smile.

The two children often would fight and when Zara started to advise, the girl would grip her brother's little finger and smile sweetly at her mama, "Mama, Zahid and I are just playing."

Zara would smile at that. It was exactly what Yusuf and she would do when they were little. Those memories would put a lovely smile in her lips. She would thank Allah all those times.

"Nasiha, stop complaining." Zara put a stern look, but upon meeting her daughter's pout, the stern look melted into a proud motherly smile.

These two were now her beautiful prizes, of course, their dad was the best prize. She cherished this life offered by Allah. She praised the Lord everyday for it. She was now a proud owner of a Bakery. She baked in home, and her friend Anna looked after the shop. It was going fine and Zara's education in Catering didn't go waste.

She cooked the most delicious meal and Riaz would often exclaim,

"If you cook like this, one day I could never move from eating so much!" with his voice proud of his beautiful woman.

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Riaz recited the du'a to his children in arabic as they lay in bed.

"Meaning?" The little girl asked, her brown eyes wide.

"Our Lord? In You (alone) we put our trust, and to You (Alone) we turn in repentance, and to You (Alone) is our final Return." (60:4)

Riaz narrated the meaning and the girl bobbed her hear with a sincere smile.

"Can I wear a Hijab like mom, papa?" She asked before she yawned.

"Of course, my Princess will one day be big and she'll adorn herself with the Hijab, as a Proud Muslimah." Riaz whispered with a proud smile.

"YES papa. I will." then she fell asleep. Zahid was curious of this conversation and within a minute he too fell asleep, a small smile on his baby lips.

Zara watching her husband and children smiled and said thoughtfully,

"Cursed are the women who, though dressed look naked and whose hair is dressed like the hump of camels. They'll never enter Paradise or even get its smell." (al hadith)

She closed her hand over her Hijab protectively and thanked Allah for making her a woman who could have a chance for Jannah.

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May Allah bless us too.