Islam got in to her Dua and azkar app and did her morning supplications. She just loved the app so much.
It has everything one needs, right from dua written in Arabic to transliteration to translation to pronunciation, as well as the importance of the addua and other beneficial Islamic stuff. So the app been a helper for her right from losing her mom.
She remembered how her mom used to be her azkar book. When she was really young, her mom would be reciting the dua's while she followed along with what she could. At the time she couldn't even do most of the dua's but would listen to her mom as she recited all the dua's.
She cleared away a lone tear. But then another one rushed down, and then another, and then another.
She had no idea what was wrong with her today. She was really feeling the loneliness of not having her mom by her side. She missed her so badly. She wondered how her dad had been coping throughout this time, especially knowing fully what he did. She wondered about the weight he had to carry and how he'd been crying about it all this time. In no time her face have turned in to a reddish chili pepper tomatoe sauce. Very red.
"Islam? What's wrong?"
She had no idea Husna could see her. She didn't even know she was awake. So she quickly cleared away her tears. It was around Fajr and the light was off. Only the bedside lamb was on, so Islam had no idea how Husna ended up seeing her.
On the other hand Husna got up from her laying position and tried sitting on the bed. She squeezed her eyes with the back of her hands a little, for a better view.
"Did something happen?" She politely asked again.
Islam that was busy clearing away her tears spoke up in a whisper "I'm alright here. Just remembered something."
On hearing that Husna got off from the bed and squatted beside Islam.
"What is it Islam? You can't be crying midnight and say it's alright." Husna whispered.
"You don't like it here? Did someone say anything to you? Or is it me? Or you want the bed to yourself? Wait if you don't like sharing the room tomorrow you can go back to yours. Which option is it?" Husna listed all that up with no any idea it's Fajr time. She thought it was midnight and Islam woke up crying. While Islam looked at Husna, expression-less as she rambled all that up.
"Who angered you up?" Husna asked for the second time.
Islam didn't know how it happened but she thinks she saw a glint of her mom's eyes in Husna's.
She got up and embraced Husna in a hug as she cried away her heart. Husna was taken off guard at that. She was shocked. She just waited for Islam's cries to subside. And perhaps she might explain why she is crying.
After a few Islam broke the hug and Husna helped clear away her tears.
"I'm sorry." Husna whispered not knowing what else to say.
"I remembered my mom." Islam finally let it out in a whisper. Husna had to embrace her again. She felt her eyes tearing up at that.
"Islam I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Husna didn't know the feeling of losing someone but she would mourn with her, she didn't know what it feels to have no mom but she would share hers with her. She didn't know what it means to be crying nonstopabbly for the dead but she would cry with her. She's really in pain, seeing Islam that way.
"Does it happen often?" Husna asked.
"No. I force myself not to think about her. But sometimes I can't control it." She shrugged.
Husna slowly nodded.
"Sorry for waking you up." Islam apologised.
"Not at all Islam. So do you wanna go shopping?"
"Right now?" Islam asked in shock. Husna gently smiled and shook her head indicating no till later in the day.
"I'm not a kid Husna. But so as not to bust your bubble I might wanna."
Husna nodded with a forced smiled as she observed Islam.
She feels her pain
She feels her sadness
She feels her loneliness
She feels the feeling of being all alone when you got no mom to share all the pains with.
She glanced over at her once more, before standing up and heading to the loo.
After Husna prayed and recited azkar she decided to take a nap before taking her to the mall as promised.
"I'll take a nap. Don't be harsh on yourself please." Husna genuinely advised.
Islam on the other hand smiled and then got on her phone. She needed something to get her carried away.
She prayed for her mom and the rest of Muslim community that have once existed but are no more. Especially those that got no one to pray for them. Heaving a sigh she finally signed in to anybooks app.
She isn't a fan of reading, but sometimes we all want that feeling of trying out new stuff when going through a lot.
She had come across it on Instagram as an advert, then she had seen people talking about it non stop on media and giving out nice reviews.
She needed trying it too!
Once she logged in to the app, she smiled at the best 10 sellers that came up. Looking at the cover of the first book she came across made her smile.
Harry potter!
Something she would often watch along with her mom.
YOU ARE READING
Falling For Grumpy
General Fiction"What's your name?" Came his voice "It's Islam" she said carefully. Why would her voice betray her? That wasn't suppose to sound so anxious, but it did. "Kidding. It must be ruiner!" He spatted and left, leaving her standing. *** As he's the defi...
