Zehnaseeb ✓

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I found myself awake at 6AM, standing on a prayer mat reading salah with the help of the internet.

Why was I praying?

God knows. Or maybe I do know but it felt weird to articulate it. Him being upset with me saddened me. I don't know why, but it did. Probably because I thought that it would eventually lead to fights with him or him yelling at me and I didn't want our relationship to turn out like my parents'.

After praying I tried memorizing some surahs for salah and got to know that I did remember a few verses.

It wasn't that hard but it took a long time, I wasn't the the type of person who wasted their time on these things. I had never liked doing stuff like this, not even when papa used to force me and bhai to pray. Bhai used to quickly pray and finish and I used to stutter, my Arabic was never good.

I closed the Holy Qur'an and sat on the vanity. It wasn't a bad experience, but it was indeed quite a boring one. Anyways, I prayed for the first time in eight long years. Calls for a party?

I saw Azaan's reflection in the mirror. He sat on the bed and looked fixedly at me as I slowly took off the pins that I had used to set my hijab in place. I looked behind to see him awake.

"Good morning?" I asked, hoping he wasn't upset anymore.

"Good morning," he chuckled in his groggy voice. "That hijab looks good on those PJs." I looked down to see the combination. Lmao. It kind of did.

I smiled and unwrapped it.

"Sawera, you don't know yourself at all." He spoke before going to the washroom. "Hijab looks really good on you."

I rolled my eyes. "I like my hair." I yelled before going back to sleep.

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I woke up with Azaan by my side, reciting the Qur'an in a low voice. I sat up and shifted near him, placing my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and listening to him.

I liked his Arabic accent, even though the language was incomprehensible, it sounded nice. It was probably late in the morning, but my head ached and I didn't feel like getting out of bed.

I looked at him. That's what he does on Sundays? I thought we'd watch some movie or something. I frowned.

I listened to him for a long while with my eyes closed. He put the Qur'an down and I took the opportunity. "I'm going to a friend's house today." I said as he picked a glass of water and sipped it.

"Who?" He questioned putting a hand on my back and looking in my eyes. He doesn't know all my friends, he just knows two. He better not ask how far it is and when am I going to come back. He's not my father.

"Neeti." I told him, uninterested.

"Be back before Maghr- five pm." Why is he interfering in my life when I'm not interfering in his? I'll come back by six.

I took a shower and changed into a light green kurti with white designing.

"You look beautiful in that." I heard him as I walked out of the washroom after blow drying my hair. I looked over the desk, seeing the mess he had created with all those files in just a few minutes. He's a messy workaholic!

I looked up in his eyes and smiled mouthing a thank you. I did a light makeup and put on some perfume, I felt his gaze still on me. I looked at him from over my shoulder. "Have you never seen a beautiful girl before?" I asked and moved my eyes back on the mirror.