Fanaah

-5

Zuha immersed herself in the tranquility of her Isha Salah, a sacred ritual that transcended the physical and delved into the depths of her spiritual connection. Completing her prayer, she raised her hands in supplication, entreating her Lord for His guidance and protection.

"Ya rabb please guide me to the right path. Ya rab please give me sabr and make me amongst those you love. " As her whispered dua concluded, she descended into Sajdah once more, pouring the unspoken desires of her heart into the sacred space between her and her Creator.

"Ya rab, you know what my heart holds, I beg you to make him halaal for me take this guilt and replace it with comfort, Ya Rehmaan. "

A gentle knock interrupted her meditative moment, and with grace, she welcomed her mother, Mahnoor.

"Beta, khana lag gya hai aake khalo. " Mahnoor said lovingly.

Zuha smiled, " Mai baad mai khalungi."

"Wo keh k gaya tha use der ho jaaye gi tum khalo nahi toh wo saara ghar sar pe utha lega. " Mahnoor begged.

"Ammi aap log khayen Mai Daad k sath he khau gi aur waise bhi aap jaanti hai na unhe bhooke pet neend nahi aati so, we will eat together."

Zuha, mindful of Daad's late return, decided to wait until his arrival. Mahnoor, concerned about Zuha's well-being, suggested she eat earlier. Unyielding, Zuha insisted on waiting.

Alone in her room, Zuha meticulously folded her prayer mat, each movement a testament to the spiritual discipline she held dear. Seated on her bed, the quiet ambiance enveloped her, and her thoughts lingered on Daad. In the hushed solitude, she navigated the realms of anticipation, longing, and devotion, a mosaic of emotions painted on the canvas of her heart.

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As the night clock approached its tick-tock finale, Zuha, having finished her Quran reading, gently placed the holy book on its shelf. Glancing at the wall clock, she sensed Daad's return was near.

"Bas 10 minutes mai aa jayenge...."Swiftly moving to the kitchen, she wore a long, comfy kurta and salwar, with a scarf covering her head. It was late, and everyone at home was in a deep sleep, so she didn't worry about hiding her hair, especially from Daad, who had already seen it.

In the kitchen, she heated up dinner for Daad and herself. The soft glow of the microwave mixed with the quiet verses from the Quran she'd just read. Dressed in her cozy attire, she couldn't help but feel the warmth of the home filled with the peaceful sounds of family members sleeping.

As the aroma of the heated meal wafted through the kitchen, the doorbell rang, announcing Daad's return. Zuha's heart skipped a beat, and with a mix of excitement and contentment, she hurried to the door to welcome Daad back home.

Zuha quickly reached the door as the doorbell rang, a mix of excitement and relief rushing through her. She gently opened the door, revealing Daad standing there, his eyes meeting hers with a soft smile. The fatigue from his long day at work seemed to momentarily fade as he looked at Zuha.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, a connection that surpassed words. Daad's gaze softened as he took in the sight of Zuha, her eyes reflecting warmth and familiarity. The loose kurta and scarf she wore highlighted her simplicity and modesty, a sight that brought comfort to Daad's tired soul.

As Daad stepped inside, his eyes briefly traveled across the living room, a familiar space that held countless shared memories. The fragrance of home enveloped him, bringing comfort to his fatigued mind. His gaze then shifted to Zuha, who still stood by the door, and a gentle smile curved his lips.

In Daad's eyes, Zuha was the same little girl he had held in his arms when she was born, a fragile bundle that had captured his heart from the very beginning. He remembered the times he used to cradle her, sing lullabies, and comfort her when she cried. To him, she was an extension of his own being, a cherished part of the family.