AMBIYA'S POV:
I walked to terrace and sat there.Suhoor time had finished and there was dim light around.It had been my first Ramadan without Mom.I missed her a lot.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head on the back of chair.Tears fell from the edges of my eyes as i recalled Mom.I used to enjoy having Suhoor and Iftaar with her but now she wasn't here.
"Why do you cry so much?" I quickly opened my eyes and saw Azaan standing right in front of me.
I quickly wiped away my tears and looked at him "I wasn't crying" i replied
"Ofcourse you weren't.You were just chopping onions. weren't you?"
"Why are you awake?" I asked ignoring his sarcasm
"I can ask you the same question"
"I couldn't sleep"
"If you want someone to talk, then i am always here." He said and sat on the other chair, opposite to me.
When i first met him, he irritated the hell out of me and i started hating him for no reason.Now i think i was being judgemental.We are now on good terms and i enjoy his company a lot.I had really been judgemental regarding him.
"I miss my Mom.I can't believe she wasn't with me in this Ramadan" I said
"She is in much better place."
"Everyone tells me this.But i am here...alone." I said and started crying.
"You are not alone.You have Such a big family with you and sister." He said and then said in a whisper "and me"
"But i am an orphan..This is not fair"
"Prophet mohammad (S.A.W) were also an orphan but they never complained to Allah for that.Allah took care of them.Ambiya, You have Allah.Everyone has to go one day..Just pray for your mother.And be happy.She would have wanted to see you happy"He said
I looked at him and couldn't believe my ears.This guy in front of me just acted maturely.Now, this is a real shock.
"What happened to my friend Azaan? Who are you?" I said
He laughed and very soon, i joined him..
"Trust me...I didn't knew you could be so mature"
"What to do? People tend to judge me more often" He said, faking hurt
"Now stop your drama.."I rolled my eyes at him.
We sat there in silence till i spoke again
"Azaan, Can you come with me today?" I asked
"Where?"
"I want to go my home.We are celebrating Eid there and it needs a bit of cleaning.I haven't been there after Mom's death, so i just kinda need you"i said and he nodded understandingly
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I opened the door of my house with Azaan and as soon as i laid my foot in the house, Mom's scent filled my nostrils.
My vision blurred as each corner of the house reminded me of my Mom.
I looked around and different memories started playing in my head.
"Ambiya?" Azaan called my name and i looked at him.
"Why don't you sit for some time?"He said and i shook my head
"This is difficult" i said, tears trickling down my cheeks.
"I know.Thats why i am here with you."
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FRIENDSHIP TO LOVE
Spiritual"I need my Hafsa back"he whispered and i stared at him There was a lot to say but my tongue remained tied I wanted to apologize but couldn't I wanted to tell him how much i love him but couldn't It was so simple...yet so complicated What had changed...
