Chapter- 16

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Ayat's POV:

"I guess this is Ahmedi aunty's number" I said in a low tone.
"Ya for sure It is her's only,  She left it for repairing" The guy on the other end replied.
I hanged up the call after greeting Salam and Allah hafiz.

I tried to remember where I had heard this voice before, even after struggling to remember for about some minutes I couldn't figured it out.
My chain of thoughts broke as I heard Maghrib Adhan( Muslims call to prayer), I answered the Adhan. And quickly went upstairs to make wudhu and perform salah.

Maghrib time is my favourite,  the calmness and peace I feel at Maghrib and Fajr is something I can't express.
Cool breeze all around making the plants to sway with it,In our cute little beautiful garden for which I barely get time to look after.
I love admiring the creativity of Allah swt the bestest creator.
I mean so many things are there in the world that Allah swt have created, that blow my mind away by looking at them.

Varieties of plants,  different breeds of animals, number of insects and various patterns on them,  the mountains, the rivers,  the sky,  the rain,  beautiful birds and many more things.  All his creations are commendable and beyond perfection, It is just that even after all the blessings we humans are still ungrateful.

After maghrib Salah as per my schedule I recited Surah al- Waqiya.
And then headed towards kitchen to see if there are any chores for me to do.

Still Ammi didn't reached, I was waiting for her on the sofa. And in no time I dozed off there.

In between the nap, I woke up when someone was trying to adjust a pillow beneath my head.  And there I saw Ammi standing while rubbing my eyes.

"Why are you sleeping here Ayat? Go and sleep in your room" Ammi said.

"No, Ammi.  It was just that I was waiting for you and I don't know when I dozed off" I replied yawning.

"I will freshen up and help you in making dinner" I smiled and left.

Helping out Ammi in the kitchen is my favorite thing to do, from all the receipes she made me learn to all her childhood stories and all those advices she always give me.I learned a lot of things while helping her out in kitchen.

After finishing off the dinner,
I offered Isha prayer and went to bed early as I was feeling tired today.

Hamza's POV:-

I guess I have heard this voice somewhere,  but where?. I tried remembering.
"Is it the same girl I met in the college that day" I mumbled to myself.

"Is it Important for me to know who she was? Why am I thinking about it" he broke his chain of thoughts and arranged all the things at its place.

"May be that was an Important call, Tomorrow I will get it repaired and return it to aunty" I picked up the phone and kept it in living room's drawer, had my dinner, offered prayer and went to sleep.

Ayat's POV:

Another beautiful morning arrived.  I am grateful to Allah swt for a new day and all the blessings in my life.

As usual my morning started with salah.

"Ayat.. " Ammi shouted as she walked up the stairs after preparing the breakfast and stood at the door way glaring at me as I was laying on bed with my novel "Why didn't you get ready for college " Ammi queried.

"I am in no mood to go to college today ammi" I said in a baby voice.
"Now stop acting like a little girl, come we will have breakfast" Ammi smiled and left the room.

We had breakfast together. I remembered about Ahmedi Aunty's call and shared it with ammi.

"Let's go to Ahmedi aunty's house today, you will also feel better to go somewhere else rather than your boring college" Ammi chuckled.
"Oh! Ammi ji,  please I just want to stay at home and sleep" I said yawning.
"Every week off you will sleep right,  today we will go anyhow. Now go and get ready" Ammi ordered.
"Ok ammi as u say" I walked up the stairs.

I opened my wardrobe to get something to wear today.
After thinking for a while I picked up a blue anarkali frock with pretty small white shimmery flowers on it And to go along with it I grabbed a blue hijab.

After getting ready. I took my abaya and went downstairs.

"Masha Allah, Masha Allah.  Someone is looking so pretty" Ammi complemented.

"Jazak Allah Ammi" I blushed.
"I have a request,  after going there don't start the topic of marriage. Please" I pleaded to ammi.

"Ok,  let's go first.  Take your car keys and come.  I am waiting outside in the lawn" Ammi said while heading towards the door.

Every time I drive with ammi.  I always get scolded "Beta, slowly. We are not in a hurry. Lower the speed"

"Ammi this is the normal speed, don't worry. Nothing will happen unless and until your prayers are with me " I smiled looking at her.
"Now look forward and drive " Ammi smiled.

"I think we would have informed Ahmedi aunty that we are coming. Isn't it? " I questioned.

"Let's give her a surprise,  she will be very happy after seeing us" Ammi replied in a happy tone.

"So finally we are here" I sighed after parking the car in the parking lot.

I and ammi then took the lift to Ahmedi aunty's apartment.

I rang the bell and after opening the door,  Aunty was so surprised to see us.
"Assalaamu alaikum, aunty" I greeted her.
"Walaikum assalaam, beta.  After a very long time I am seeing you" Aunty hugged me with joy and pecked on my forehead.

I smiled in return.

Come, come and make yourself comfortable.  I will get something to drink for you guys.

We got seated on a beautiful moon shaped sofa in the living room,  while aunty went inside the kitchen.

Meanwhile the door bell ranged.




Assalaamu alaikum, Lovely people.
I hope all are doing good by the grace of Allah swt and all are taking proper precautionary measures against covid-19.  Stay home and stay safe.

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