"Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it could bear"
{Quran- 2:286}
Any test or challenge you are given is given to you because you are strong enough to handle it. :)
Rahmat's POV
It's been a week since Aliza has passed away. Her funeral was held a couple of days ago, and it was held by my mother and father in law, since she had no family.
It's been kind of hard, because Aliza was an amazing person and I wanted to get to know her better. The fact that she passed away, before I had a chance to get to know her, makes me feel unsatisfied and angry.
All I have been doing these days, is mourning her death and praying that she goes to Jannah.
However I'm not the only one who is mourning.
Aseef has been locked in his room, and hasn't gotten out of bed unless he needed food, or to use the bathroom. I've decided to give him space, but I don't want him suffering alone.
Right now, I had just finished praying Isha and I was contemplating on whether I should go and get Aseef and drag him out of his bed. I might take him for a walk. The weather was beautiful tonight and the moon was out.
Finally I decided to go to his room and try to get him to come with me. Slowly, taking baby steps, I walked to his room with a sandwich and a glass of water.
The door was slightly open and I walked in quiet as ever. I looked around and his room was messy. It was disgusting. I'm used to my own messiness but not anyone else's.
I noticed one thing was out line. No Aseef. I looked over at the bathroom, and it was probably occupied by him.
While he was in the bathroom, I decided to tidy up his room. I set the sandwich and water on his nightstand and started to clean. When I was halfway done, I witnessed there was a sock under his bed. I bent down, and reached for the sock. After struggling to get it out, I get it out and sit on the floor, pushing my hair away from my face. I huffed.
I witnessed a tall figure hovering above, blocking the chandelier. I get up and I realize it's him. He was half naked, standing with towel around his waist. His hair was wet and combed.
"Okay stop checking me out and tell me what exactly you were doing under my bed" he demanded, and I could tell he was holding back a laugh.
I felt my face heat up and I started to stutter.
"I um...uhhh" I blurted.
He tilted my face up, and smiled.
"The effect I have on you is adorable"
OH MY ALLAH, HE CALLED ME ADORABLE!
No, no, stop, he's just pushing your buttons.
Ugh. Now I turned a deeper shade of red and he laughed. His laugh awakened butterflies in my stomach and my legs felt like they turned to complete jelly. Why the hell does he make me feel this way?
At that moment, I realized that he seemed okay. By the look in his eyes, he seemed a little more content after seeing me.
"Is that sandwich for me?" he asked.
"Yes" I breathed.
He chuckled.
"I know i'm breathtaking, you don't need to make it obvious" he said with a wink.
I rolled my eyes, but really, I was relieved.
"So seriously, what are you here for?"
"To check up on you" I replied.
"Oh, thanks" he said.
"So I also wanted to know, if you wanted to take a walk with me?" I asked.
I heard him finishing up his sandwich and then he spoke.
"Well, how about we take a walk in the city" he suggested.
I smiled.
"That sounds nice"
"Great, get ready, and we'll take the subway there" he replied.
"Okay"
So I stood there watching him eat.
"I need to...uh...you know...change" he said.
"OH RIGHT. OOPS" I hollered.
"Unless you want to stay" he said with a wink.
"I'll pass" I muttered, walking out.
I walked to my room and got ready. I threw on a nice long T-shirt with a huge sweater and some leggings with some long boots. I then put on my hijab and took my purse.
Walking outside and downstairs, I see Aseef, leaning on the door looking down at his feet. He was wearing a sweatshirt with some jeans.
He smiled and opened the door. Then, we went to the subway station.
Once we got there, we took our card and got on the train, and the whole time we were just laughing and talking.
We got into an empty part of the train and sat in one of the seats. The subway was pretty empty tonight.
I sat down and I was checking my cellphone for any texts.
Suddenly I looked up and saw Aseef looking at me. Our eyes met.
My heart started racing and for a second, I just stopped and admired him. He just looked so perfect.
His emotions were so raw and I couldn't help but stare. I realized he was staring back and we both looked away.
My face heated up, and I could tell he was blushing too.
We were acting so different from our usual selves. He was being himself, and I couldn't help but admire him.
I took out my cellphone and took a picture of him.
"Awwww you look so cute" I said chuckling.
"What....?" he said, snapping back to reality. I smiled.
Yeah, I don't think he realized I took a picture of him. Setting it as my cellphone wallpaper, I giggled at his picture.
"What did you do?" he said glancing at my phone.
"Nothing" I sang.
He scowled.
"You're always so cranky, lighten up" I said smirking.
"At least I'm not always PMSing" he muttered.
"Excuse me?" I said, lifting an eyebrow.
"Uh...hahahahahah...nothing, nothing at all" he said.
"K, that's what I thought"
Hearing my stomach growl, I took out a brownie and started eating it.
"Gimme some" he demanded.
"No"
"Please I'm hungry and your brownies taste good"
"No"
"PLEEEEAAASSEEEE" he begged.
I rolled my eyes and nodded.
"Here" I said giving him half.
"No, feed it to me" he demanded.
"What? No! Are you a baby?" I hollered.
"Please" he begged.
I rolled my eyes, and took a piece off of my brownie.
"Open your mouth" I demanded.
He smirked and did so. I gotta admit, he did look pretty cute while eating his brownie. He looked like he was having a foodgasm.
"You look like you're having a foodgasm" I said, laughing.
"That's cause I am" he said and groaned.
"Eww quiet we're in a train" I mumbled.
He groaned even louder.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered.
He laughed and I glared at him. Then, the train came to our stop. NYC!
I ran off and ran up the stairs longing to break the fresh city air.
"Rahmat, come back!" I heard.
Soon, next to me, appeared Aseef, who was out of breath.
It was time to venture the city.
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"MMMMMM" he groaned opening the door to our house.
"Here we go again" I rolled my eyes.
We had just returned from our walk and Aseef and I bought French Fries and Starbucks. He hadn't finished his Frap and that's why he was groaning.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" he continued with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Would you shut the hell up?!" I hollered.
"Nah you look adorable when you're angry"
"THAT DOESN'T HELP" I yelled.
He winked and I glared.
I walked to my room and decided to freshen up before prayer and bed.
I changed into some shorts, and an oversized T-Shirt. Then I threw an abaya on to pray.
After prayer, I took my abaya off, and hopped into bed, tired as ever. I set my alarm for 3 AM so I could pray Fajr.
I shut my eyes, and let sleep consume me. A few hours later, it was time for the next prayer.
BEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
My alarm was extremely loud.
Getting up, I headed to the bathroom and washed up. Then, I came out to pray.
After prayer, I realized my dehydration and I continued on downstairs, until I heard faint sobs.
Aseef....I thought.
I slowly made my way to Aseef's room.
The door was slightly open and I peeked through the little opening only to find Aseef, staring out the window, his shoulders sloped.
I looked down in his hands, only to find him holding...something silver, sharp, and shining.