Metanoia | ongoing

7 | new mornings

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05:30 am

ARHAM-

AS I woke up to the annoying sound of an alarm, I couldn't help but groan. It wasn't even my alarm, but it had disturbed my sleep. However, as I turned to see what was making the racket, my irritation melted away. There she was, my partner, sleeping so peacefully beside me. She looked like an angel, so calm and beautiful. Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, and I couldn't resist smiling at the sight.

Without thinking, I reached out to silence the alarm on Abeer's phone. It was early, 5:30 am, but seeing her serene face made it worth waking up. Gently, I laid her head back on the pillow, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber. As I sat up on the bed, I couldn't help but admire her even more. Even in her sleep, she looked so lovely.

I noticed her eyebrows were furrowed in distress, and her lips were turned down in a slight pout. Despite finding it adorable, I couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. What could she be dreaming about to make her frown like that? I chuckled softly to myself, knowing I couldn't ask her until she woke up.

Taking a moment to appreciate my Lord , I reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from her face. She looked so peaceful, so content, and I couldn't help but feel grateful to have her in my life. With a sigh of contentment, I leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead before settling back against the pillows.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth  wash over me.

"Alhumdulillah hi rabbil ala'meen"

Waking up to her beside me was the best way to start the day, and I knew I was truly blessed to have her in my life. I could really get used to this.

AUTHOR-

As he rose from his cozy bed, he felt a sense of duty calling him to perform the Fajr salah, the morning prayer. But before he could begin his ablutions, he couldn't help but steal a glance at the sleeping figure beside him.

She lay there, peaceful and serene, her breathing steady and calm. In the soft light of dawn, she looked almost angelic, a sight he couldn't help but admire. If she were awake, she would surely protest his lingering gaze, but for now, he allowed himself this quiet moment of appreciation.

As Arham's eyes caressed her form, he couldn't help but be captivated by the graceful V-neckline of her kurti, which teasingly revealed the gentle curve of her chest. A surge of desire mingled with tenderness swept through him, and he found himself unable to look away. Yet, as a true gentleman, he resisted the temptation to linger on such intimate sights. It felt wrong to look at her exposed state without her consent. Instead, with a loving touch, he reached for her white chiffon dupatta, to cover her in its soft embrace. In that moment, as he draped the fabric over her, he promised himself to always cherish and protect her modesty with the utmost devotion.

With a fond smile, he tore his eyes away and went to perform wudu, the ritual cleansing before prayer. As the cool water flowed over his skin, he felt a sense of renewal and readiness wash over him. Then, with a heart full of gratitude, he stood to perform his prayers, feeling blessed by the simple beauty of the morning and the now new addition to his life— Abeer.

Arham slipped on his kurta, ready to wake Abeer for Fajr prayer. But he noticed her troubled expression, forehead sweaty and body trembling. He gently shook her, hoping to snap her out of it. Abeer's distressed mumbling and resistance startled him.

"No, don't touch me, let me go!" she whimpered in her sleep, pushing him away in panic. Arham, worried and unsure, held her tight, trying to reassure her. "You're safe, Abeer, I'm here," he whispered, feeling her sobs against his chest.