Echoes Of The Heart

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                                                                                        Two years later
AISHA'S POINT OF VIEW

I sat on my praying mat. It was my eighth month of pregnancy I held up my hands for dua.

"Oh Allah! make it easier for me, let this child of mine be a blessing for me, let it be a practicing and true Muslim. Make me capable of fulfilling all the responsibilities that I have as a mother. Thank you Allah for granting me a life partner like Ahmad, for making him so caring. Help me become and remain how he wants me to be like. Make it easy for me to become a better Muslim."
I walked towards the Quran shelf which I had set last year to keep the Qurans and other related translations I picked up the Quran and sat back on the mat. I began reciting Surah Maryam as miss Amna had told me to.

A feeling of peace prevailed over me as I began reciting it.
I had been reading a book about pregnancy in Islam. I opened it on a random page, there were some ayahs of the Quran that were bolder

"It is We Who have created you. Why, then, do you not accept the truth? Have you ever considered that [seed] which you emit? Is it you who create it? Or are We the Creator? "(Qur'an, 56:57-59)
My heart started beating faster. How amazing was this writing. No one could argue upon the fact that it was not the word of Allah.
I looked at the clock; it was Ahmad's time to come home. The doorbell rang. I went and opened it.
There he was smiling with some fresh flowers in his hand. Two years had passed since I first met this man but even now when saw him my heart began to beat faster and my lips turned into a smile. I loved him more than anything and anyone.
He came close and kissed my forehead as he always does.

"You look pretty in this dress. "He said and I could feel my cheeks burn.
A single complement by him made me feel special and important.
He took out yesterday's flowers and kept the new ones in the water pot that he had bought eight months ago. They were pink roses today. I stood beside him.

"When I went to the flower shop today I thought that I would by pink flowers the color of your cheeks when they blush, But I was unable to find anything even close."
He turned around and brushed my cheek with the back of his hand.
I smiled, his answering smile was heart touching.

"Did you eat something?" He asked with concern.

" I was about to. "I said in low voice, I knew he would not like it.

"I made your breakfast and kept it in the fridge for you. "He told me.
It made me feel even worse. I went close to him and took his hands in mine.

"you know, the best thing and the most valuable possession that I have is you. The way you make me feel special and the way my heart reacts when I look at you is the best feeling ever. I love you and I cannot imagine myself without you." I said looking into his eyes.

"I love too. "He said taking me into his arms.
I had taken a break from my job and evening Quran classes that I and Ahmad went for together. He had told me that he would help me in studies later. Ahmad worked in the morning and stayed with me in the evenings.
I was reading a book when I heard Ahmad calling my name.

"what is it? "Iasked looking away from my book.
"its Ammi calling. "He called his mother Ammi.
He picked up the phone and talked a little about random stuff, and then hehanded over the phone to me.
"She wants to talk to you "He said.
"Assalam u Alikum "I said taking the phone.
She asked about my health and my diet. She asked whether it was a boy or agirl.
I had not asked the doctor about the gender of the baby. Ahmad and I haddecided that we wanted it to be a surprise.
I waited for it desperately. I wanted to feel the happiness of being amother. I counted every day for it.