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"I'm going to stop here, see y'all tomorrow. Make sure you do a research on what I've told you." the lecturer whom I haven't known his name yet gave his last words before leaving the class. He was a nice man, at least that was his first impression towards me. He didn't mind that I was late to class, in fact he welcomed me in with opened arms. I was surprised, maybe he did so because it's the first day here in school. I was glad that he didn't question me and the way I looked the moment I entered the class, I knew I was looking disorganized. Jameel or whatever he calls himself pissed me off so bad I wanted to go back home and curl up into my blanket.
I didn't have any class, scanning through my schedule. Since the driver wouldn't be coming anytime soon, he has to pick up my siblings at school first before coming to me. It's a pretty long drive from my younger one's school to my school so I decided to rest on a nearby bench.
"Stupid keys! Now how would I go home? I'm sure Akhi na is going to roast my head today. I'm completely done for." A girl who is averagely big fumbled with the zip of her handbag before aggressively opening it. She searched frantically but couldn't find what she was looking for, which was key I think.
She looked worried and angry at thesame time. She looked over at a car, and searched again. I guess it was her car.
There was this one time I was looking for a project work I had done back then, I couldn't find it and I was suppose to submit it the next day in school. I cried a lot, I can never forget a day as such.
My room was messed up, I turned it upside down although all in vain. I couldn't still find what I was looking for. Just like a life saver my dad has always been, he decided to check up on me in my room as he has always done. He found me on my Italian bed crying ferociously
"habibity? What happen to you?" he had said that night. There was so much love and adoration in his voice.
"ba'aba, I can't find my project. I'll be punished for it, given that I'm the group leader of this project assignment." I replied him in distress. I wasnt myself that day.
"ba'aba I know your prayers for me will be answered. Please pray that I find this project if not, wallah I won't know what I'd do." thinking now of what I had said, I laugh at my own self.
"I'll smack you if you say that again! There's no person whose prayers aren't answered, my prayers for you are answered but why won't you pray to Allah for what you want. There would be a day, I'll be no more who would then pray for you?" He said faking his anger, my father could never be angry at me. He had to pretend so that I'll know that he's being serious.
I sobbed even more.
"Now listen, you have your ninety nine names of Allah right? Now bring it out." He ordered me. I sluggishly did as he had said, I went over to my Islamic bag where I kept all of my Islamic books. I found the book right away and went to sit close to my dad on the bed.
"there is a certain glorified name of Allah that I want you to look for. It's helpful for you in this condition that you're in." He explained, I wiped my stray tears at the mention of my condition. I gave him all of my attention.
"Ba'aba you mean I should search for it?" I said.
"no keep the book with you," he replied sarcastically. I laugh at my own self again.
I started going through the ninety nine names of Allah, passing each unique name and promised to check it later and learn more. My eyes zeroed in on the particular name of Allah that matches my condition. It reads, 'Ya Haqqu' the truth. its significance was that to ensure that a lost item was found. I started smiling widely and I engulfed my dad in a breath choking hug.
"ba'aba thank you so much. You just eased my worries!"
"No no no, Ya Allah did. What should you say?"
"shukran Ya Allah!"
The next morning before I went to school I found the project.
"Assalamu alaikum sister. If you don't mind can I be of help?" I decided to talk to the girl, it seem that these days I've been talking to people alot.
"Wa'alaikumu salaam." she answered with an eye brow raised, probably wondering of what help I would be.
"I think you should continuously recite ya haqqu to ensure that you find whatever you're looking for. Ya Allah will help you." I adviced, she looked confused. She adjusted her hijjaab and was about to say something when I cut her off.
"I thought I should share this with you, since I see you're looking for something."
"oh! You're such a sweetheart. May Allah reward you abundantly!" She beamed, engulfing me in a bear hug. I was surprised at her character, we just met and she's already hugging me. I didn't mind though.
She started chanting 'Ya haqqu' like a mantra. It didn't take her long when she found the key to her car. She once again, hugged me.
"You're the luckiest thing that has happened to me today, I'm Hannan. What about you?" Hannan introduced with a toothy grin.
I smiled. In such a short span of time, I'm already making new friends. I didn't have any genuine friend back in college.
"Areezah, nice knowing you."
Hannan was a pretty girl, a caramel beauty. She's alot taller than I am, you can't even compare because I'm short. Annan was also alot bigger than me in size and here we are about to befriend each other.
"Okay Reezah, I'm getting late. So can I get your number? I'll call so that we'll find a time and go out together what do ya think?" She offered. I was fighting over the idea of saying No, I don't know but I'd love to give this a chance but at the same time I wanted to enjoy being a loner.
I laughed awkwardly, "I don't even have my number off hand. Maybe you should give me yours, I'll try calling you." it was true that I didn't have my number off hand, but it's hard for me to call someone. I don't have anyone to call so I don't even bother checking up my contact.
"Don't use the word try you'll have to call me get it? Now here is my number." Hannan handed me over her phone, I copied it and gave it back to her. We parted ways after saying goodbyes. I was about to go back to where I was sitting when our driver halted the car and I hopped in.
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Roman d'amour"I told you, you would regret saying this didn't I?" he whispered, so close to me. He was right. I'm regretting every word I had said that night. "You made a promise, and now you've broken it." he added. "Even you Jameel, where is the revenge you...
