Towards Dawn #Wattys2016

2. Bloom and Burn

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Chapter #2

Fariya's Pov

"But am afraid everybody would make fun of me in school" there was a clear pout in her tone and he softly smiled shaking his head, with his gaze lowered on the Quran placed open in front of him, his fingers caressing the words as if they were not just letters they were far precious then that.

He took a pause before looking up at the girl.

"Do you really care what would they think about your hijab? Or you care more about what He thinks about it?" he asked, for a few moments the girl went silent, as if she had nothing to say the answer was definitely clear.

"It's not what you and I think, it's what He thinks. What our Rabb thinks maters, everything else is secondary if you are pleasing your Rabb nothing else stays important in life" he added and the girl nodded her head with her lips pressed in a thin line.

"But still if you think you are not that strong inside to take this step. Then wait, don't rush with things, let your heart accept to wear hijab, not only your head" Hussain stated firmly and she smiled a little.

"......and I know walking on this path seems difficult but trust me the difficult part is the first step. You take the first the rest will be taken by your Rabb" he assured her with a soft smile and she nodded her head.

"But before that ask yourself for whom you are doing this? Don't do it for the world. This world is not worth your sacrifices sister!" he smiled at the end.

Aarghhh! i will never ask any question from you Hussain!....her lerki ko end mein sister bol detey hen. huhn! not me.

"Thank you" she sat back on her seat.

Sawal to mein ne bhi buhat se poochney hen ap se mager kia karoon ye hijab or kheemar type k sawal merey mind mein aatey he nai...

Ub 200 students k samney ye to pooch nai sakti k itnee hottt q hen ap?

Or kabhi Akeley mein miltey nai....huhn! qismat he phooti hea Fariya teri.

My gaze was fixed on the man standing on the rostrum in my auditorium, who, for some strange reasons had become my center of attraction and attention, my biggest crush; his face lit up like always, like every Friday when he comes to our school for speech, the beard making him look even smarter and handsome then any man I have ever seen in my life.

His forehead had a visible dark mark same as my grandfather had but he spent all of his life in rukoo-o-sujood I wonder how this man barely of 30 has got this mark already on his forehead? Maybe he was too close to God already

I wanted to touch it for once, kiss it and feel it under my skin.

Am I being a little too over dosed on romance here?

Fariya! You are sitting in a religious lecture.....focus!!!

"We have another question Hussain!" a voice startled me from my thoughts and I mentally cursed him.

He pointed towards a boy in my row raising his arm up, flapping his hand rapidly in air as if his life depends on this question. I rolled my eyes moving my gaze back on Hussain;

The first and the last reason why I was sitting here in this suffocating auditorium, among these idiots.

The man on the rostrum, his smile, his words though I don't understand any of them but anything coming out from his mouth was like magic.