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I looked outside my window; everything was covered in snow. The raspy wind was as loud as could be, creating chills to go through my body. As I put my palm onto the numbing window, I closed my eyes, trying to remember. Trying to remember who I am. But just like the past 29 days.
Nothing
I was getting frustrated, and as hard as my family was trying to hide it, they were as well. The doctor had said, I should be starting to remember bits and pieces by now, but I couldn't remember anything. After the one-month mark, it was just a waiting game. To see if my memory ever comes back. I couldn't bear to think of what would happen. But I had faith in Allah. If he had written for my memory to come back, it would, and if it wasn't written for me, then Allah knows best.
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"Saima, Zara, it's Maghrib," Mama yelled from downstairs.
I did my wudhu, and I prayed. I prayed my whole heart out. Pouring all my worries into my prayer Each sujood, I would make dua, and I would cry to Allah, the Al-Mujid. On my last sujood, I pressed my head down, and my brain was flooded. Flooded with memories
Khizrah betraying me
The interview with Zayn
My High School graduation
My dupatta getting stuck.
The incident at Bhai and Bhabi's wedding
Everything came flooding back, like a waterfall.
It was a miracle. I finished my salah and ran downstairs.
"I REMEMBER," I yelled in pure joy
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A Promise | 🗸
SpiritualSaima Rahman is an aspiring lawyer, with no intention to marry. She wants to live her life and grow closer to God without an annoying husband. She's seen how awful Marriage can be so she promises herself to never marry. But when a certain gentleman...
