Flower Crown

No one ever said Laila with a frown on their face.

She bought life and happiness to people. She was one of those people who you would be able to go to and spill all your problems, and leave with a solution, even if it didn't always work. She was one of those people that would listen to you even though no one else did. She was one of those people who if you ever caught crying would make you want to punish the one that made her feel that way.

Yet she wasn't like any of them. She was herself. She was cute. She was kind. She was pious. She was happy, just looking at her would want to make you smile. She would pray everyday on time if she could, and if she missed any she would make up for them. She was a proud Muslimah who wore her hijab tightly around her head with pride. Mashallah.
But, it was her white paper flower crown that made her stand out.

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Amir, was not that. He was not optimistic, he had left his deen behind. He had gone off in the wrong direction, with no intention in going the right way. He did not pray to drive out sin from his life, but sin drove out the prayer from his life.

And he knew how wrong it was, but he had nothing to lose, nothing to win, he felt he had no purpose, he didn't know why Allah made him and his family Muslim when all he could do was turn away from him.

He didn't understand that Allah made you Muslim because he wants to see you enter Jannah, all you have to do is prove you are worthy of it.

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In which Laila tries to mend Amir's heart and help him to walk on the right path to Jannah.