Road To Jannah

Chapter 45

"Someone out there feels better because you exist. Remember that."

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"Eid Mubarak."

"Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minkum."

The wishes echoed all around the world. After the Eid prayer the house was filled with guests but Rida was waiting just for that one doorbell which would ring her heart.

Another two months had passed and she didn't even hear from him. She was expecting him to call her once, at least on this day she wanted to wish him first but nothing happens as per our wish.

She had learned about herself a lot during these empty days. If a person is heartbroken by a loved one doesn't mean the person needs to find other person to heal because healing comes from within and not from others. If a person doesn't heal before finding another one then he'll bleed his wound on others. Same applies to the people who hold the view to have a child which would heal everything between the couple, they actually do not heal but distract themselves, later bleeding the wound upon the child. The society we live in, have indeed misinterpreted the word healing. Healing comes from within, from our own soul, it is contentment which is attained by attaching oneself to Allah. The best thing someone else can do for healing is to help by observing sabr around them giving them hopes for future.

She was happy back again and her cheerful giggles were heard all over the house just like before. Her family was satisfied with the level of happiness she was scattering all around her.

But one thing she was still missing and sometimes which made her sad, to be on the side of her husband. In her wound and her healing process, she forgot that someone else was attached to her, if she was hurt, he was hurt too. In her carelessness she forgot that he needed her love too. But perhaps when she realised, he was gone and now she was waiting to bestow the love he deserves.

She stood in her room cladded in her long Eid dress, her heart weary to dress up without her husband but since her in laws gifted her this dress on Eid, she wore it since they were expected on Eid anytime.

Her phone indicated a call and she answered it right away, with a hope.

"Assalamu Alaikum Mrs. Abdullah."

"Walaikum-us-salam." she replied smiling, her heart relaxed at his voice.

"Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minkum." he greeted with the sunnah greeting.

"Ameen." she replied.

"How are you doing?" she hastened to ask.

"Not good without you." he replied.

"Then come back." she said.

"At your service ma'am." said he opening the door of her room and coming in.

She was overwhelmed by his sudden appearance and at once she burried her face into his chest while he wrapped his arms around her.

"Are you crying?" he interrogated while departing her from him.

"No it's just happy tears." she said wiping away her tears along with a smile.

"Are you sure? I hope you are not disgusted to see me." he said in a serious tone.

"Ofcourse not. I feel disgusted to face you because of whatever happened in the past..."

"I was joking." he said making her sit on the bed while he sat beside her and resting her right palm on his left hand and then covering it with his right hand.

"You know when I was quite small, we were given a project. It was just hard because I was too small, mostly when I was in first standard. We had to make a decorated book and I was back then too bad in drawing and stuff. Ofcourse no child is good at it but learns it slowly when he grows. So Abbu was helping me, actually he was the one who was making it. You know making a self book few sheets of paper and then decorating it, especially the front page. It came out perfectly Alhamdulillah and I was so excited to show it to the teacher and my friends the next day. But before we were winding up the chaos we did, accidently I scratched the front page with a sketch pen which was in my hand without a cap. The scratch made it look horrible and I was sad because I ruined it when it was at its best and also because it won't be the best one in the class."