Amatullah's POV;
I felt uncomfortable without my Quran in my grasp and so my arms hung unto my body without purpose.
"How is Hifz going habibti?" I turned my gaze towards Zahra's mother. She was smiling at me and I just couldn't figure how where she got all that energy from.
"Alhamdulilah. Alhamdulilah very rewarding and quite well!" I tried to mirror her enthusiasm but I was just too tired.
"You know Yahya, he has done Hifz too but you see Zahra doesn't want to. She thinks it's hard. But you know, I always remind her of you and how you are like. She looks up to you, you know?"
My brother in Islam,Yahya, had done Hifz, Mashallah! May Allah swt bless him in great abundance. Rare it is to find hafiz/hafizahs out there. It made my heart leap and boil up some excitement within me. It was something Allah swt had trusted upon us, an amanah, and so we become part of the oath of Allah to protect the Quran from any changes and alterations. Knowing that there are others, in the same pleasant struggle made me feel so rejuvenated.
But Zahra, I know how she feels. The daunting picture of trying to memorise over 600 pages off by heart can certainly put you off. But if that was the case over millions and millions of people around the globe who have accomplished the memorisation of the Quran could have not done it.
Indeed Allah swt has made the Quran easy to remember.
"Ummmiiiii" whined Zahra when her mom told me that she looked up to me.
I merely giggled. Surely Allah swt has given honour to the ones that have memorised the Qur'an.
"Awww poor Zahra!" I finally spoke.
" be quiet amat" she replied grinning.
"Now Zahra that isn't justified" Zahra's mother said grinning.
Zahra stuck her Tongue at me and within a moment she poked my stomach and ran up the hill to the masjid.
The nerve of the girl. Ya Allah!
I ran as fact as my legs could carry my flabby body laughing manically.
"Wallah when I get to you" I threatened her.
She suddenly halted and twirled around.
"When u get me? Can't you finish your sentences for God's sake."
"When I get you I shall make you into a Kashmiri nan and stick you unto them hooks" I threatened her.
"That's it? Really?"
I was, at this moment a foots length away from her and because of my breathing difficulties, I couldn't run anymore.
"Ok I forgive you" I said.
Ok why did I say that? What was I thinking?
"I didn't ask for forgivenesser"
"Girls! Stop fighting. Ya Rab!"
Behind us in the distance was Zahra's mother jogging towards us.
"Ya Allah what is with you girls? When I was your age I used to treasure my friends not threaten them"
She shot a evil death stare at Zahra but didn't last long. Zahra's mother broke out in laughter at the sight of Zahra's blank face.
"Yeaaaaah ummmiiiii not threaten them into turning then into a Kashmiri nan and sti..Ooooowww that hurt Amat"
"Girls!" Zahra's mother spoke.
At this moment we were outside the masjid and Yahya wasn't in sight.
"Ya Allah where has this boy gone?"
In the distance rose up Yahya running for his life with each Quran pressed unto his chest.
"Sorry ummi" He said quietly.
Poor guy.
"Need not to apologise Habibi. It was good enough you kept your distance" she glanced at Zahra.
"Oh urm ummi, I need to go. I'm so late ya Allah!" Yahya spoke at his mother.
Zahra's mother raised her hand and cupped the side of Yahyah's face and transitioning to pulling his beard.
"My Habibi, son go you don't want to be late. Love you"
"Love you ummi" he spoke softly
"Oh yes, urm jizakallahukhayrun ya ukhti " Yahya turned towards my direction and handed me my Quran.
Jizakallahukhayrun? For what?
"Oh, urm jizakallahukhayrun wa
Wa iyyakum ya Akhi" I said confused.
He let out a chuckle from my evident confusion and ran into the masjid.
As we made our way up to the masjid the adhan commenced and that is when it struck me.
Yahya?
The adhan was soothing. It was so different from all other calls. It was divine, excentuating the greatness of Allah swt and awakening every one from thee previous state of sleep as indeed:
"Salah is better than sleep"
The voice of the muadhin,which sounded like Yahya, ended the adhan as the last words echoed through the masjid. The call was established and so the mumbling of the Iqamah was heard. At that moment, Zahra, Zahra's mother and I along with a few other women took out spaces together; side by side, as one ummah, one body.
The imam confirmed the niyyah to include the women in the masjid and the salah commenced:
His voice was soothing, inspiring and never failed to shed a tear. Subhanallah!
"Assalamualaykum wa rehmatullah"
The Dua commenced as the Qari thanked Allah swt, and sent salutations upon the prophet saw.
The speaker went silent who was shortly broken by a heavy voice:
"Assalamualaykum brothers and sisters. Just a quick notice, can I have all the huffaz at the masjid office please. I repeat all the huffaz at the masjid office. Jizakallahukhayrun"
Well, it didn't include me. It never did. I was the only girl doing Hifz in the masjid and well it just didn't make any sense. I had to although, read my Sabaq to the Molana and so was told by one of the other women at the masjid that he wasn't in.
As I made an exit out of the masjid, a white figure started to rush towards Zahra, Zahra's mother and I.
"Ummi! Ummi! Urm, imam is calling Amatullah to the office"
It was Yahya. Great. And what?
"Oh! Its never me?" I spoke ignoring his presence; accidentally that is. I was to worried about why.
I told Zahra to ask her brother for me how many men were there.
"Men, about 18/19" he spoke directing the response at me.
Double great.
"Ummi, do u have a niqab?" Zahra spoke for me. This girl knew me too well
"Ooh yes. You mean your aunties niqab. There you go habibti" she handed me the niqab while I handed Zahra my Quran and I started to feel awkward to place it on. I darted a look at Yahya which he understood as "get lost I need to put it on"
He turned around pretending to study the work on the masjid while I placed the niqab on and took the Quran from Zahra.
You see, even though I didn't wear the niqab full time, I started small. This situation, in front of so many males, was a situation where it was necessary. As long as I didn't play around with it, I was ok.
"Ok done" I spoke.
"Urm he shall be waiting for you in the office" he took the Quran from me.
"I'll hold it for you. It'll probably be inconvenient at the office"
"Okay" I spoke at him.
"Ummi, I don't know what time I'll be back. It sounds like I'll be here for a few hours" Yahya spoke to his mother
"Oh ya Allah! Amatullah, I shall tell your mother in sha Allah and Yahya make sure you come home with Amatullah. I don't want her going home alone. Na'am?"
"Ana afham (I understand)"
Sure he understand yet he jolly well wasn't happy with it.
I ran through the women's section whil my heart was pounding in my chat reaching my throat. My stomach churned and forget about butterflies, I had a whole zoo erupting in my stomach.
I started to run quickly and halted at the office door.
My hands shook my stomach flipped over while I started to make wierd faces under the miqab to deal with the pain. Followed by me was Yahya.
Somehow he could tell the pain from my face and forced a smile.
Even he was feeling a bit scared.
Great.
I reached my hand towards the door to knock it but it kept shaking.
Understandingly, Yahya reached his hand and knocked the door three times.
Silence filled the corridor we were in and I wasn't comfortable with Yahya yet neither did the idea of entering that room appeal to me.
I reached to knock the door when a loud, heavy rumbling voice drilled through the door.
"Come in"
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Assalamualykum!
As promised. I'm sorry it don't the best of quality but I was wishing to create some tension and establish a non romantic relationship between Amatullah and Yahya!
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