Mehr-o-mah (The Sun and the Moon)

|The journey of healing|

However, the river, in its relentless power, refused to release its hold, consuming her in its enigmatic depths.

The ocean, witnessing this enigmatic event, held its secrets close. The ocean, bearing witness to this mysterious occurrence, whispered ancient secrets that only the waves could comprehend.

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As she awakened abruptly from her slumber, her heart raced and perspiration trickled down her brows  and hands. Confusion gripped her as she tried to comprehend the sudden awakening.

With a swift glance at the clock, she realized it was the sacred hour of Tahajjud. Determined, she swiftly rose from the sofa, hastened to the washroom, and meticulously performed ablution.

The cool water refreshed her senses and prepared her for the sacred act of prayer. The sound of flowing water mingled with the tranquility of the pre-dawn hour, creating a serene ambiance. With each step, she felt a sense of purpose and devotion, ready to embark on a spiritual journey under the cover of darkness.

"Ya Allah, mere gunahon ko maaf farma. Mujhe aane wale gunahon se bachne ki taqat ata farmaye aur mujhe nek rah par chalaye. Ya Allah, mujhe sahi ilm, samajh aur hidayat ata farma. Mera dil aur dimagh roshan kar, taaki main sahi faisle aur aane wali mushkilon ka samna kar sakun. Ya Rabb, har tarah ke mushkilat, zahir o batin se hamari hifazat farma. Hame  takleefon, imtehanon aur fitnon se bacha. Hame sabr aur istiqamat ata farma." She offered prayer to bring some kind of ease in her heart and what a beautiful concept indeed, she started feeling the peace as if completely drugged through the power of sujood.

("O Allah, forgive me for my past mistakes and shortcomings. Grant me the strength to avoid future sins and guide me on the path of righteousness. O Allah, bless me with beneficial knowledge, wisdom, and understanding. Illuminate my heart and mind so that I may make the right decisions and choices in life. O Allah, protect us from all forms of harm, both seen and unseen. Shield us from difficulties, trials, and temptations. Grant us the strength to face challenges with patience and perseverance.") 

After performing Tahajjud prayer, placing the musal'lah on its righteous place, quitely made her way in the direction of kitchen to get some water.

As she entered, her footsteps barely making a sound on the tiled floor. She noticed a figure already present in the dimly lit room. It's him. Standing near the sink, his back turned towards her, washing dishes with a cold and distant expression.

The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated his silhouette, creating a serene atmosphere. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a sense of comfort and love. But soon she realized he is forbidden for her.

The air feels tense, as if it's filled with unspoken resentment. As she approaches besides the sink to get water, there's an uncomfortable silence between them. The clinking of dishes being washed becomes the only sound in the room, punctuating the awkwardness of their interaction.

His demeanor is cold and distant, barely acknowledging her presence. Her eyes avoid meeting his, as if intentionally avoiding any connection or conversation. On the other hand, he carries an air of weariness, her body language guarded and closed off.

When the girl reaches for the water, her hand brushes against his, causing a momentary pause. Their eyes briefly meet, revealing a mix of frustration, hurt, and longing. It's a fleeting glimpse into the complex emotions that underlie their cold and rude relationship. It's as if a wall has been erected, keeping them apart emotionally.