Ashweena
"Sorry Miss but you are not eligible for this job", The company's boss said and my eyes widened. My heart started to beat faster in the fear of losing the job opportunity
"Why Sir? I'm highly qualified and my qualification matches your requirement.... ", I said and there was a hope that he may agree. I waited impatiently for his response. He straightened his posture and placed his hands on the desk
"Yes. I know.... and I must also admit that you are a brilliant candidate and you highly match for the vacant job but.......", He paused and I looked at him in a confusion
"But?", I asked and second by second my hope to get this job was crushing. I licked my lips as they were becoming dry at such a tense situation
"But according to our rules and regulations we can't hire a Muslim woman and if we hire them they have to follow the respective office dress code which is strictly prohibited for Muslim woman...... Sorry but we can't hire you", he said and I sighed as I closed my eyes in frustration.
I looked at him before speaking, "What type of rules and regulations this is?.... The talent and qualification should matter not the religion..... What the religion has to do with the office? All the workers have to do their respective work, religion has nothing to do with it..... and about dress code, not every person feels comfortable in the same clothes..... I don't know what type of rules and regulations are these?", I said with a frown on my face and he shook his head
"You have a point but I can't do anything. I am sorry....", He said and I nodded. I took my documents and left the office.
"Again I didn't get the job.... Why they think like this?", I said as I was hugging my documents and I kept walking. I decided to go to home on foot
"Yallah.... Please help me..... Please..... Just help me a little..... I have promised you that I'll work halal and I will stay away from Haram money..... Just help me.... Yallah please...... I trust you", I said while my face was facing the sky and I smiled. I knew that Allah planned something better for me and I got rejected for the job because it wasn't good for me. Indeed Allah is the best planner and he planned better for me. With that a new hope arose in me.
I walked down to the street with doing 'Astagfirullah' (I seek forgiveness in God) zikar. I reached my house and I unlocked the door using the key. My heart was beating fast as I entered the house because I was afraid to see my parents reaction after I'll tell them that I got reject again. I feared that what if they'll be ashamed of me because I never made them proud but I had a firm faith in Allah..
I entered the house and looked around to see Eomma and Appa. I went inside the living room and I heard Eomma and Appa arguing
"You don't have a job neither Ashweena. Our lives are becoming difficult day by day. We will be under a huge debt one day", Eomma said as she crossed her arms and Appa sighed heavily
"Astagfirullah.... What are you saying? You are becoming unthankful to Allah, look he never made us sleep with hungry stomachs..... also Ashweena went to give an interview today.", Appa said calmly and Eomma shook his head
"She will get rejected again. I am sure.....", Eomma said and my grip on the documents tightened. I felt a pang in my heart. "And just look at our bills..... It is too much...."
"Have faith in Allah. He had planned something better for us. Don't be silly and say such bad things. Allah doesn't burden a soul beyond it's limit", Appa said then I smiled and whispered, "Indeed"
"But-"
"Assalamualaikum Eomma and Appa", I said and walked towards them with my gaze low
"Walikumasalam Sweetie.... How was the interview dear?", Appa asked patting my back and I pressed my lips tight
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