Stranger Again??

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Author's note:
The updates might be late for some time because of exams. Those who read this are requested to kindly pray for me. Jazak Allah khair 💕
This chapter is dedicated to my lovely reader and supporter Sadiqa Shabbir ( your stranger buddy is back)
And the word " Mushaf" refers to Quran e Pak

Weeks have passed since that face to face meeting with Baji Jaan. The change that has eloped me is that Ive started offering my Salah
which I had missed uncountably . I still remember she asked me whether I was regular in my prayers or not and I had said I would appear extremist if I would do so. But then she began with her beautiful magical words, that can inculcate in me every idea I had resisted in the past

Extremism has no existence in Islam My Mominah . It is religion of love and Salamati .
The Ayaa't in Mushaf that are used by world to declare us extremists were the commands that came to use weapon to defend themselves when they were attacked to kill. Mominah just start learning the Mushaf and Islam and you will find every answer
Mushaf will answer your every question beautifully In Shaa Allah and you will love it . Repent for the Salaah's you have missed and start anew

After some days when I was stressed about not being so punctual she again instilled hope in me

Allah has asked for intentions and efforts , Not the results!

I no doubt am a bit more calm and peaceful or perhaps hopeful would be the better word because i still get anxious but then I pray Salaat ul Haajat and try to find answer in Quran e Pak and get calmed. You may not be able to find answers in the beginning but with a little sincere effort and recitation of dua e noor no doubt help alot. The feeling when u find your thoughts being addressed through Mushaf directly, initially can be heavy, but then it becomes literally the most precious feeling in the world .

These days mostly it is Shaheer who stresses me out. Its not like I don't like him anymore but, yes , I feel somewhat I did wrong choosing him. I believe I loved him but do I know the meaning of actual love ? I don't know! What if it was just sense of comfortablity around him when he used to be nice ? I don't know either! What if it was just happiness of given privelage and importance by a person because this is what humans desire the most? I don't know at all !!!But there was no turning back now.

My father had warned me already and Shaheer on the other hand was no longer the same . He has gone to Islamabad a month ago and doesn't keep in touch regularly, saying he is busy in his new project. I believe no one can be that busy to not able to take out five minutes for their loved ones. It is all about priorities! Perplexed and anxious I opened Quran e Pak randomly after reciting dua e noor and Surah Noor ( verse 54-55) was there to calm me down Alhamdulillah the crux of which was

Allah Has promised to those among you who are believers and do righteous deeds that Allah will grant them governance and Will change their current state of anxiety to state of peace and calm

" Current state of anxiety " A sense of joy eloped me cause I had found my answer.My matter was in the hands of the Almighty Lord, The Khaaliq of Kun Faya Kun , then there is nothing to worry !

" Mom Im going ."
" Where? "
" Told you already! "
" Your visits to Fareeha have increased from some months. I want to meet her too."
" Okay Mom you can but today let me go "
Yes i wanted to attend Baji Jan' s lecture but my Mom is totally against it so I always say Im going to meet Fareeha. Well this isn't entirely a lie either because Fareeha is the daughter of the lady who arranges these lectures in her house.

I had just stepped out of my house and turned to glance in direction of lovely giggles. I found myself unconsciously staring at what at that time seemed to me the most beautiful sight. That charismatic stranger who stopped Shaheer from hitting me in the mall, was again infront of me . He was near to a cars bonet , playing with a little fairy, a very beautiful child, Andleeb. Andleeb is six months old grand daughter of one of our neighbors. But why was he playing with her I mean does he live nearby?
After my constant stare he must have noticed me and his face turned towards me and his eyes met mine for a second ! I don't know what happened! My pulse became rapid or my heart forgot its function? I don't know what it was ? All I could comprehend was to name the feeling as Fear and I turned my gaze and fastened my pace back towards original destination only to be stopped by his voice and getting frozen at that spot

" Listen Muslimah ! please wait a minute!"

Muslimah ?? Im Mominah!! But i could not turn to say this , my feet refused to move . After a minute he came to stand infront of me with Andleeb in his arms. He held Andleeb in one arm and stretched the free hand infront of me and I was surprised to find my bracelet there

" Im sorry to stop you in the middle of the road. You may find it indecent."

He wasn't looking at me while speaking and neither was I able to stare him anymore, the feeling of guilt had arosen for staring a Na Mehram but my heart was still anxious, refusing to calm down!

" Actually you dropped this in the Mall . I had kept this in my dashboard with the hope of being able to return it to you"
These words came out in a different tone I could guess he was smiling but why ??

Unable to stand there anymore , reason being unknown, I quickly grabbed my bracelet and muttered Jazak Allah in a voice barely audible, I ran towards the house but I could feel he was standing there ,staring me till I entered my destination. All my perplexed thoughts were interrupted by the realisation that lecture had already started and I rushed to listen it calmly

The night was full of questions. What was that I felt ? Why would I fear him? How did he recognise me so easily? Why was he in the neighbourhood? I could not muster up my courage to open Mushaf for answers as I was feeling guilty of thinking about a Na Mehram I just recited Astaghfaar , offered Salat ul Hajat and convinced myself that it was a sense of fear because seeing him made me recall the events of that day when my life partner to be was about to slap me in public. Yes it was really fear i can comprehend or deeply hope!

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