Kismat

CHAPTER EIGHT

Hi guys!! I'm back! Sorry for the late updates.

This is not that long of a chapter, because I haven't gotten time to write much over the past few days. This chapter is mostly a filler chapter, a continuation of last chapter.

Did you guys see episode 9?! I LOVED HUSSAIN SINGING SO MUCH.

I've used some of Wajood in this chapter because I just love those lines so much <3 <3

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Now on to the story...enjoy!

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Sakinah's POV

I hung my keys up on the hook near the doorframe as Ayaan, Sabrina and Rizwan stumbled in sleepily.

"Chalo, jao, namaz padh lo aur phir so jao." I stifled a yawn, nearly tripping over Rizwan's shoes placed erratically by the door. Sighing to myself, I stooped down to return them to their rightful place in the stand.

"Tonight was so fun Aapi!" Ayaan looked so blissful and content, albeit exhausted. Rizwan and Sabrina had already scampered upstairs, eager to fall into the deep oblivion of sleep. I felt a surge of pride as my eyes roamed over Ayaan's features. My little brother was already earning money, only to help support me in running this house. Once again, the familiar prick of tears poked at my eyes. I rubbed them to no avail. Ayaan caught the glossy sheen in my eyes and shot me a concerned look.

"Kya hua Aapi?" He looked alarmed at the sudden waterworks.

"I'm just so proud of you Ayaan." I sniffed. He laughed at my silliness and pulled me into a hug.

"Come on Aapi. Tum hamare liye itna sab kuch kar sakti ho." Pulling back, he gestured around the house. My eyes followed the motion of his hand. The small entrance way, the large living room with a staircase adjacent to the wall, the picture gallery at the top of the stairs. "Yeh sab kuch tumne akele khada kiya hai. Yeh ghar, yeh khaandaan, sab kuch tumne hi toh sambhala hai. Lekin ab tum akeli nahi ho. Main tumhaari madad karoonga. Saare bojh apne chote se kandhon par uthake kya karna hai?"

Ayaan clucked his tongue at me and wiped my tears off with his thumb. I saw a faint shimmer in his eyes, despite his best efforts to hide it.

"Ab chalo, let's go. I can bet that those two must be knocked out by now."

I climbed up the stairs drowsily, my mind still buzzing with blurred thoughts.

Making my wu'du, I laid out my jaa-namaz and wrapped the dupatta around my head. I finally felt completely at peace as I knelt in prostration before my lord.

I raised my hands up to make dua.

Ya Allah, aaj kitni khushi ka din hai. Ayaan, mera chota sa bhai, naukri kar raha hai aur usko apni pehli tankhwa bhi mil gayi! Ya Allah yeh sab teri rehmat hai aur mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ke main kaise tera shukriya ada karoon. Main aaj poore dil se khush hoon mere Rab. Humein kitne acche dost mil gaye hai, kitne acche humsaayon mil gaye hain. Paanch saal ke aazmaaish ke baad aaj tune mujhe mere sabr ka phal diya hai. Mujhse kabhi yeh khushi mat cheenna, aur jo hamari behtri mein ho, wohi hamari kismat mein likhna.