Life is beautiful (A muslim story )

chapter 1-To a new tomorrow!

"Life is in seeking and in finding. Life is in redemption. Each moment is a new birth. A new chance to come back and get it right. A new chance to make it better!" - Yasmin Mogahed.

Sanam's POV

Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar!

I woke up to the Fajr azaan,undoubtedly the most beautiful voice in the morning.

I am not much of a person who need an alarm to answer the call to prayer. I feel I have an innate alarm that pushes me out of bed at Fajr. Walking into the bathroom,I carefully performed ablution and made salah.I usually finished my daily ritual  following it up with a long conversation with Allah about my problems.It has proved to be a stress buster always.

As I stood by my window to witness the scene outside an undescribable view wished me good morning.

Witnessing the dawn has always been one of the most beautiful feeling I have ever felt.The birds chirping, the trees rustling, the sweet breeze, and the silent surroundings.It was always a moment that made me forget all the worries and struggles.It was like a ray of hope.The only moment I feel LIFE can be BEAUTIFUL!

Immersed in the beauty of nature and phylosophy of life I walk into the adjacent room.The night bulb lites the dim room and I see two petite figures in a deep slumber.Switching off the fans and patting them lightly,I try waking my younger sisters, Shaila and Urwa.They shared a room in our three bedrooms flat.Like all siblings they fought over petty stuff sometimes but it's nothing more than an adorable pillow fight.

"Assalam alaikum my little birdies! Get yourselves out of the bed, its fajr time!" I whispered, taking their rosy duvets out of their tiny bodies.

They're quite grumpy in the morning but once they hear me in they wake up in minutes.Perhaps I was a little intimidating and maybe coz I hated lazy heads.I loved them beyond words but I was hard on them when it comes to school and work.My intention behind was to make my sisters more disciplined in life.

Hearing the sweet voice of my mom reciting Quran,I walked into her room.The white washed wall with soft petal wallpapers gave a different aura to her room.And the light that always shone around her made it appear much more peaceful.I sat myself beside her listening to her recitation which had the power to calm my soul and wash away every bad feeling. I loved placing my head in her lap like I used to when I was a small girl. Each night I wouldn't fall asleep until I lay my head on her lap and she sang a lullaby caressing my cheeks .It was and would always be a heart melting feeling for me. Mom caresses my hair with her smooth hands and scooted towards me blowing air on my face when she completed her recitation.

Quote from the Holy Qur'an: Al-Jaathiya (45:5)

وَاخْتِلَافِ اللَّيْلِ وَالنَّهَارِ وَمَا أَنْزَلَ اللَّهُ مِنَ السَّمَاءِ مِنْ رِزْقٍ فَأَحْيَا بِهِ الْأَرْضَ بَعْدَ مَوْتِهَا وَتَصْرِيفِ الرِّيَاحِ آيَاتٌ لِقَوْمٍ يَعْقِلُونَ

Waikhtilafi allayli waalnnahari wama anzala Allahu mina alssamai min rizqin faahya bihi alarda baAAda mawtiha watasreefi alrriyahi ayatun liqawmin yaAAqiloona

And in the alternation of Night and Day, and the fact that Allah sends down Sustenance from the sky, and revives therewith the earth after its death, and in the change of the winds,- are Signs for those that are wise.

"Assalam alaikum Sanam, a very good morning!" She greeted, kissing my forehead.
"Walaikum assalam mom, morning to you too!" I wished her back, folding the prayer rug simultaneously.