Enlightment from Allaah

Enlightment from Allaah

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It was just yesterday when Halima was asking me "Did you make dua for us sister?" she sighed as she climiped the last stair of the mosque when she saw me holding the sweetes prepered for Eid fastival. After a brief sensation of goosebumps through whole my body I tried to sound to that which may calm her, for she told me to make dua's a day before the day of Arafa. With hisistant and feeling as if lump was in my throat "Subhanallah, no sister i absolutely forget it, in shaa Allah I will make it up for us the coming year!" I wishpered trying to sooth her . "But how do you know that we would witness that faaar coming year!" She replied in a tone that seemed to me sad💧. Though she was trying to hide it, but I could see her watery filled eyes moving in constant, blinking rhythmcly trying to lick up the drops of tear that just came out of no where. Its that we subconsciously took everything for granted. We are making most of our time to try to live fully in such a life that is being promised by Almighty Allah its a matter of days and will end.. Sooner or latter departure ticket will be arriving across every room in a way that may sadden or delighten❄ ..... Halima and sa'dia are best friends from elimentery school. This is their journey of falling love with the Deen all their way to practicing it and calling people to it, and the challanges they had to go through on their way of becoming a better MuslimaT🌸🌼.... And more importantly How Halima would face her past wich is full of twists despite living in a climate where everyone's self esteem is manufactured to be low, and everyone's validation is sought outwardly when it comes to practicing islam💔
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Imaan never imagined that love could be this complicated. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Growing up, she had always been told that love would come when it was meant to, that it would be simple and pure-guided by faith, respect, and the traditions of her Pakistani roots. But now, sitting in her room late at night, watching the soft glow of her phone screen, she wondered if she was meant to just follow the path laid out for her, or if there was more to love than what she'd been taught. It had started when she met Rayan again after all those years. They had known each other since middle school, but it was only now, in high school, that something shifted. He wasn't just the guy she'd seen in passing anymore. He was someone who made her feel seen, heard, and respected in ways she hadn't even known she needed. But there was a problem. Her heart was still tied to the past-the scars of a relationship that had torn her apart. Aayan. She had loved him with all her heart, only to find out that he had been unfaithful. He had broken her trust, and with it, the possibility of ever believing in love again. Now, with Rayan, she faced a new kind of fear. Could she trust him? Could she let herself fall in love again? Or would her past repeat itself? As Imaan lay awake that night, the answer was clear. The fear of getting hurt was too great. But deep inside, something whispered: Maybe love is worth the risk. (some dialogue is in urdu/hindi & punjabi)

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