Quick Reminder;
By the time you finish your studies, you are 25.
By the time you finish working hard and saving up, u are 55.
By the time you truly realize that you must prepare well for the aakhirah, you're already dead!
Don't wait until you grow old. Take Islam seriously NOW. You don't know at which corner Malak al-Maut is waiting for you.
- Dr. Zakir Naik.
Soundtrack: Stay by Rihanna ft Mikky Ekko.
Her.......
MARCH 14TH, 2009
VANCOUVER, CANADA.
"Marwah brought home a guy... Na na na na na". Amma and Safina kept singing.
"Marwah tell me how did it happen, where and when did you guys meet?". They kept bombarding me with questions.
"Hey its not what you guys think, we're not even friends".
"They look so cute together, isn't that Amma?". Imaan chirped in.
"I think I should go to bed. Good night guys, by the way what are you two doing here so late?". I asked Saf and Imaan.
"Sleepover".
"Can't remember inviting you guys". I said rolling my eyes.
"Amma did, right?".
"Yes". Amma said winking.
"Well then enjoy". I said heading towards my room.
"Regards to brother In law when he calls".
"I swear I will slit your throat Imaan". I growled.
15TH MARCH, 2009
VANCOUVER, CANADA.
It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine. Ya Allah! I am feeling like a bad person now. I could not help, I am just worried about my Amma. How is she ever going to cope without me? Who will she now look at and find peace of mind and solitude.
Dr Elliots words still ring through every nook and cranny of my brain.
"I am so sorry Marwah I fear you might not celebrate new year".
"How much more time do I have?".
"Roughly 5 months".
Ya Allah! 5 months, that is all I have to set everything alright. I am so confused I don't know what to do and now even Amma seem to notice the change in me, she is always pestering me about my health, she complained I was looking frail. What about my promise to her? of getting married, should I contact Mr Armaan and tell him I was ready to be his wife?.
"Salaam alaiki". Came a hushed voice.
I turned and my gaze met that of a pair of round deep ocean blue eyes, they were intently looking at me, as if seeking for answers in my eyes. I quickly wiped my tears and flashed a forced smile.
It was Rayyan, Mr Rayyan Ahmad Arif the billionaire from a reputable family. Why do our path keep crossing though? And our meetings always tend to be awkward.
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Ninety-One
Romance"We have to live together. I am tired of this game" I said. "Game! Do you think what's going on between us is a game, it's destiny Ray, our fate". "I do not know. Sometimes I feel insecure and lonely. Often even in your presence I feel that you are...
