Assalamu alaykum ❤️
Before I begin this chapter, I just want to send out a MASSIVE thank you to those who support Finding Islam tirelessly on The Rahma Awards! All praise is to Allah swt that by His grace and permission WE garnered the most votes! We may not become first (as the founders will make the final decision out of the top three stories), but we have won regardless! Your love and support was a win as is. I am forever grateful and will always be making du'a for every single one of you. ❤️🤲🏼
May Allah swt reward you all! Ameen ❤️
I also have to add that I'm sure every single story nominated was beyond perfect even if they didn't receive many votes! I've compiled all of the nominated stories into a reading list which you can find on my profile if you are interested in reading them! :) We should always support our own, and 'our own' are our fellow brothers and sisters in Islam. Just because we were competitors, does not mean we were rivals. ❤️
Sorry for the moistness 🤢😂
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- KING'S POV -
I beeped the horn as I parked in front of our house after work. I wasn't sure why, but A'ishah texted me saying she'd like to come to the hospital to visit my mum today.
She came out, pulling the door shut behind her and walking over to the car. I leaned over, pushing the door open for her. "JazakAllahu khayr." She spoke, sitting inside.
"Wa iyyaki wa assalamu alaykum."
"Wa alaykum assalaam." She grinned, pulling her niqab up to kiss my cheek.
I put the car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway and back onto the road while asking her what she did today.
"Nothing, to be honest." She shrugged. "I was just lounging mostly. I did some reading up for my halaqah tomorrow, but couldn't really focus on that either. InshaaAllah, I just want to get sister Basra sorted and then I should be okay."
"InshaaAllah, tomorrow it will all be over."
A'ishah connected her phone to the car's Bluetooth connectivity before putting on her vocal only nasheed playlist until we arrived at the hospital and walked to my mothers ward, only to find that she was in a deep sleep.
Her chapped dry lips were parted, bags under her eyes and her skin pale. At this point, she didn't even look like my mother anymore.
Skin and bones on a hospital bed.
It hurt like hell to see her this way. It sucked because there was nothing I could do besides watch her get weaker and weaker day by day. Watch her suffer.
Visiting her daily after work did nothing for her in reality.
A'ishah leaned over, kissing her forehead and then proceeding to place the bouquet of flowers onto the drawers at the side of the hospital bed before taking a seat on the cushioned leather chair.
I remember the day A'ishah had promised herself to bring my mother a bouquet of flowers every single time she visited her, and she had stuck to it. There wasn't a single day where we visited my mother, whether it'd be in the facility or at the hospital, that A'ishah did not bring a bouquet of flowers to her.
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