"I'm lost ya Allah help me". Have I traveled too far not to return back? Not to get your forgiveness? I'm sorry Allah , I think it's better if I sacrifice this life, I hope you will forgive me, I'm sure you will be happy getting back your soul that was temporarily given to me. Allah please forgive me. " inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raajioon". ...............
An echo could be heard from far. As if something bad is on verge to happen, It's the heart, " why am I so restless even after sitting on my most favourite spot". While gazing the beautiful sunset , suddenly it started appearing to be foggy . As I turned to depart , my gaze landed on figure afar .
Is there someone on the edge of the cliff? Oh my Allah I have to save him/ her, it's quit foggy I can't even see clearly , I'm sure there's someone and is upto something, I got up with an instant and started running . "It isn't far .... what if I'm unable to save that person? Ya Allah help me to help that person".
Approaching near to the figure . I called out loud enough to be heard.
Hey ! You there! Can you hear me? Helloooo!!!!
Foggy climate changed its course to a cloudy one and started drizzling.
I was gasping for air, breathing heavily I stopped and reached right behind him,stood for a few minutes to bring back my breathing at normalcy and then finally uttered in a shaky voice . "What do you think you are doing ? If you want I can help you InshaAllah!
"Can you hear me? Why are you doing this? Please don't do this , you are important and unique." To my surprise he turned .
"Yes I am, if you think so, and You are the reason why I am here, you are my Noor, only mine, no one can have you, I know you don't know me,
I was speechless to this revelation. The only words could escape my mouth were,
" Who are you? "
Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family.
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