'Dearest Ahlaam,' she read in her mind. 'Wa 'Alaikum As-Salaam wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh. My sincerest apologies for the delayed response to your urgent message. I'd have replied sooner but there were two factors which kept me from doing so; namely, my journey back home and my own uncertainty. Fear not, it was not uncertainty about you, rather it was about myself. I fear to fall back into the same sin as before, despite our intentions. I know that that is not what you are calling towards; alas, Shaytan is a master of temptation and trickery.
Therefore, I think we ought not keep even this here as a secret matter between ourselves. Though you've already spoken to your parents before, I think that it is about time I do so myself. Directly. Please forward me your father's number or email so that I may contact him and do things properly this time. My sincerest du'ah is that by our right intentions and proper actions, Allah will bless us in this and allow it all to work out for the best. I hope to speak with your father soon, and we will see what comes. For the time being, have faith and be patient, I'm coming for you in whatever way that I can.
Yours truly, Ahmad Abdul-Aziz
- As-Salaamu 'Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuh'
With both hands cupped over her mouth, she let out a long withheld breath. "He still cares," she whispered to herself. "He kept his promise and- Oh my God, I have to tell my parents. I have to tell my parents. How on earth am I going to tell them anything?!"
As the realization set in, Ahlaam tried to fight off her urge to go into a panic. It was pretty late, so she definitely wasn't going to talk to them right away. That, however, didn't mean she couldn't talk to her friends again. Reaching for her phone at the edge of her bed, she immediately scrolled through the many group chats that she was reluctantly added into, searching only for the one with her closest friends. When she found it, she immediately typed in their code for urgent news, and within minutes she got a reply from Hameeda.
[11:23pm] Hameeda: You rang?
[11:23pm] Ahlaam: FINALLY! Do you realize how long I've been waiting?!
[11:23pm] Hameeda: Exactly 2 mins. Chill woman, I just barely got home. Now, what's this emergency about anyways?
[11:24pm] Ahlaam: AHMAD!
[11:24pm] Hameeda: Oh, figures lol.
[11:24pm] Ahlaam: He finally replied.
[11:24pm] Hameeda: Ok, gimme a min, I need to pray witr* and then you need to tell me EVERYTHING.
[11:25pm] Ahlaam: Okay, take your time.
[11:26pm] Zaynab: Ahmad huh? 😉😉😉
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Good things come to those who wait, but what of those who choose to chase fate? Might all good efforts go to waste, for those who pursue their goals in haste? Ahmad Abdul-Aziz has lived by many titles; Muslim, American, poet, student, son, and frien...