Door to Jannah

Chapter 39

"We are all superheroes, we have the ability to make dua for others and change their lives for the better."

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Ahmad's POV

"Hey man you are too fast, I know you want to marry my sister but isn't that you are making that decision fast?" I said after listening to what Ahmish said.

"Wait. How do you know that?" Ahnish said overcoming the shock and Ayesha looked as much shocked as Ahmish.

"Seriously? Do you people think I am blind? It's just if I don't say anything doesn't mean I don't know either. I observe things but I prefer to keep quiet and open my mouth at the time when it's needed." I said looking in between Ayesha and Ahmish.

"Oops we thought you aren't aware of it." Ayesha said with a chuckle.

"And why do you think it's fast to propose your sister?" Ahmish said folding his hands on his chest.

"Umm because she's not even conscious right now and hanging between life and death and the major part is to first consult your parents about it aa it's the most important thing. Although your parents know everything about us but still you need to take their permission for the marriage. Asif did want to marry my sister but his mother didn't and so here is the outcome. I want you to first confirm because I can't see that hurt again in my sisters eyes." I said strictly as a brother should say in this situation.

"Okay in sha Allah I will soon come with a proposal." Ahmish said with a determined look.

"Ahmish take care of Ayesha, I am going to the nearby masjid." I said and went off as it was time for tahajjud and making dua at tahajjud it like an arrow which never misses it's goal.

I was going back to hospital after ishrakh prayer and found Ayesha soundly asleep on the chair of the waiting room and Ahmish was no where to be seen. She slept with her niqab on and I was so proud to see her like this. I had met Ahmish at fajr time in masjid and there was no sign of improvement in Shirana's condition. I went and sat beside the chair of Ayesha to give her shoulder as she was dripping down her head every now and then. As I gave her the shoulder to lean on, she woke up from her sleep. The first thing we did was to greet each other.

"Did you eat anything?" I asked her in concern. She was such stubborn lady, I asked her to go home and rest but Ayesha being Ayesha has a habbit of not listening to others.

"No Ahmish Bhai has gone to bring some food from the canteen." She said with tired eyes and I messaged Ahmish that I was here too.

"Ayesha if you are tired you can go ho..."

"Why do you poke me to go home every now and then? Isn't Shirana my sister too? Wouldn't you stop at the hospital if it was my brother in place of your sister?" She said grumpily, may be because she couldn't sleep all night.

"Woah calm down young lady. I was just saying that you can go and freshen up yourself." I said handling her patiently.

"Sorry I was just too tired, I shouldn't have shouted on you like that." Ayesha said with a sad tone.

"I know my wifey coz I know you well. You can go home for sometime with Ahmish." I said and she said a clear NO.

"How are you so calm even now? And how do you offer so much salah in this situation? You know I lost my emaan when I lost my dada but I see that you totally act different. How do you do that?" Ayesha asked me.

"Umm so let me tell you something. When Allah afflicts us with trials, he's trying to bring you closer to him. Sometimes when he's afflicting you then it's his way to make you better. Did you read the biography of Prophet Mohammad (peace and blessings be upon him)? He was the prophet and yet he was afflicted with most trials. When he wasn't even born his father was taken away by Allah, when he grew up a little his mother was no more, his grandfather's soul left his body after some years of time and then he was brought up by his uncle. When he was blessed with islam, his own blood of people left him and did every possible thing to kill him, he lost his six children out of seven while he was alive, the two most beloved person in his life, that is khadija (radi Allahu anhu) and Abu talib were taken away from him one after another in the same year and that was the most difficult year of his life which is called as the year of grief. They were the people whom he was really attached to and they were his support from the very starting. After their losses he was so sorrowful and that year Allah took him to the miraculous journey known as al isra al miraj. There Allah called him closer to him in sirat ul muntaha where even jibreel (alahi salam) wasn't allowed to go and then there Allah gave him a gift. SALAH. That year Allah assigned salah to be compulsory on those who believed in Allah and his messenger. Allah loves prophet Mohammad (peace and blessing be upon him) so much but he was the one who was afflicted with so many trials. Our prophet was afflicted with so many trials and still he was patient but when we are afflicted with a little of trials we cannot keep patience, we give up hope when we should only rely on Allah..."