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This chapter is filled with about 4-5 mini reminders on various topics as opposed to one main one.
The topics include:
Mawlid an Nabi
Charity
Forgiveness
The etiquette of joking
Qadr
And mainly, Companionship
It just fit in with the way the chapter was structured and I quite liked the way it turned out to be honest.
Enjoy the chapter :)
- KING'S POV -
"A'ishah!" I yelled as I tied my laces at the front door. "I'm leaving to the masjid!" I waited for a few seconds to hear her response as I stood up from my crouched position and took my keys out of my pocket but was only met with silence. "A'ishah!?" More silence. "Ya Sabr." I muttered, crouching down once again and untying my shoelaces before kicking them off and walking down the hall to the bedroom.
I pushed the door open only to see her seated on the prayer mat. I leaned against the doorframe and waited, assuming that she would finish soon and no longer than a few seconds she recited tasleem before turning around.
"Sorry." She said softly.
I smiled at her, feeling slightly guilty for getting annoyed at her lack of answer since she had been praying.
"It's fine, love. I was just letting you know that I'm going masjid."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Come with me." I suggested.
"I just prayed."
"Yeah, but I'm sure your dad will be at the masjid so he can take you to your parents house and then once the boys leave I can pick you up. Or you can sleepover there and I'll pick you up after work tomorrow."
She stayed silent, thinking it over for some seconds before shaking her head. "I'll just stay. Maybe we can visit my parents tomorrow instead?"
I smiled at her and nodded. "Of course, habibti."
"Okay. It would have been a hassle to drop me off, come home, pick me back up and then come back home again anyway."
"Your parents live like fifteen minutes away, A'ishah. You're acting like I would have to cross the state border."
She laughed but shook her head still. "Trust me, I'll be fine to just chill in here inshaaAllah."
"Alright, I'm leaving then. I'm late as is."
She nodded and I walked out, leaving the bedroom door open as I went to put my shoes back on and leave the house, making sure to lock the front door.
I got into the car and connected my phone to the Bluetooth before opening a recitation by Salah Bukhatir and then starting the journey to the masjid.
I got fairly close and realised that there was multiple cars packed along the road leading up to the masjid and once I pulled into the car park, I realised that there was not a single car space left free.
I was late anyway and so instead of driving back out and trying to find a parking spot along the road in one of the nearby streets, I left my car behind one of the other parked cars and quickly jotted my number down on a paper towel before trapping it beneath the windscreen wiper. If anyone needed me to move my car for them to leave, they would call me.
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