Road To Jannah

Chapter 19

Who asks favorite colour for marriage purpose ya Abd?

"Black and yours?"

"White."

Perfect combination.

"Next." the girl said curiously.

"I've no other question. You can ask yours." said Abdullah wiping his sweat while silence fell on either side.

"Okay my first question is who do you love the most?"

"Allah subhana wa ta'ala."

"And then?"

"Allah's messenger (sallallahu alaihi wasallam)"

"Okay. Sunnah or fashion?"

"Sunnah."

"World or the hereafter?"

"The hereafter."

"Your mother or me?"

"My mother."

"Cats or dogs?"

"Cats."

"Quote me one of your favourite ayah of the Qur'an."

"But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not."

"So do you love me or hate me?" said she and his natural behaviour just urged him to look up at her and as he looked up, she was gone. He saw the back of her whilst she walked out of the room's door.

What did she even mean?

"She's gone." said Ali as he came closer to Abdullah while his eyes were still stuck on the door.

"Yeah let's go." and they walked forward to the drawing room where they were earlier sitting.

"I hope Ali didn't bother you much." said a man who seemed to be their father.

"No uncle he was good."

"Beware, his fist is too strong." said a young man sitting amongst them.

"Oh don't scare him Adnan." said their father and everyone giggled around them.

"So what do you think beta? Are you positively thinking about it?" asked their father and everyone intensely gazed on Abdullah. Every eye wanted to witness his mouth opening for a yes but his heart wasn't ready to do so. He looked around for a moment and his sweating started to hike.

Abdullah say no.

You can do it.

Being straight is not wrong.

No one will be hurt.

It's okay.

"Urm I actually.. Umm.. " Abdullah scratched his head to find the correct words to speak.

"It's okay if you don't feel right to speak about it now, you can take your time." said their father and Abdullah adjusted his collar as he felt peace warming his heart.

Alhamdulillah.

"We will now take leave uncle. It was pleasure meeting you all after a long time." said Ahmish while standing up. He had already send a message to his mother and wife to take their leave from the women of the house.

Walking along the side ways of the garden, Abdullah stopped midway by the flower that lured him to do so.

'Subhan Allahi Wabi Hamdihi.' he uttered as he observed it's details. How perfectly has Allah fashioned and placed his perfection minutely. He looked up to the heaven and uttered his hamd, how perfectly are those clouds held in the air, floating to a place where Allah has written down the provison of rain.

"Have you not seen that Allah sends down water from the sky? With it We produce fruits of various colors. And in the mountains are streaks of white and red - varying in their hue - and pitch-black. Likewise, human beings, animals, and livestock come in various colors. From among His servants, the learned fear Allah. Allah is Almighty, Oft-Forgiving."
[The Quran 35:27-28].

As Abdullah looked down remembering the words of his Lord, he mistakenly looked somewhere he hasn't intended to look, towards the window situated on the first floor of the house.

Rida?

What is she doing here?

Are you sure you aren't hallucinating Abdullah?

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It was late night when Ahmad entered his home, fearing an angry Ayesha standing at the door but for the first time he didn't found her to be waiting for him. Was everything okay?

He tiptoed to his bedroom and found her to be asleep on the bed. He let out a breath of relief when he found her to be safe and sound. He hushed closing the door and sat to uncover his tired feet which had bore the burden of the entire days work. As he sat he heard caught a voice sobbing and he instantly called out "Ayesha." and moved forward towards her.

As he reached near her and lifted her to sit, he noticed her devastated look, her eyes were red and her hairs seemed to be uncombed.

"What's wrong Ayesha? Is everything okay?" he asked while tucking her hairs back.

"I am really an unthankful soul, I am. I am really sorry for not being patient with you when all I had to do was being patience." she said between the sobs.

"Hey shh. It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. You've already apologised. Didn't you?"

"Yes I did but the regret isn't leaving my mind since.. " Ayesha said and paused to weep again.

"Since..?"

"Do you remember when I was so frustrated because I lost my child?"

"Yeah."

"I was not a thankful soul."

"Hmm?"

"Yet Allah loves me."

"Indeed he does."

"Even after lots of complaining and nagging, Allah.. Allah... " said Ayesha and them stammered while Ahmad wiped her tears.

"Allah still gave me the happiness of another child."

"What? Come again?" Ahmad expressed as if his ears have not heard the words correctly.

"Despite of me being an ungrateful soul, Allah has given this joy of being a mother again. Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Ahmad I am bearing your child." Ayesha snuggled into his chest with a happy yet teary eyes.

"Allahu Akbar." said Ahmad and went down into the prostration of thankfulness.

Indeed how impatient a man is!