Part 167

I had some serious apologising to do, I reflected as I went downstairs again. I couldn’t believe I had spoken to mum that way. I winced as I recalled the way I had yelled at her and the hurt look that had flashed across her face. How could I have forgotten myself so much? The ayah whose tafseer we had done in madrassah flashed across my mind;

وَقَضَىٰ رَبُّكَ أَلَّا تَعْبُدُوا إِلَّا إِيَّاهُ وَبِالْوَالِدَيْنِ إِحْسَانًا ۚ إِمَّا يَبْلُغَنَّ عِنْدَكَ الْكِبَرَ أَحَدُهُمَا أَوْ كِلَاهُمَا فَلَا تَقُلْ لَهُمَا أُفٍّ وَلَا تَنْهَرْهُمَا وَقُلْ لَهُمَا قَوْلًا كَرِيمًا. وَاخْفِضْ لَهُمَا جَنَاحَ الذُّلِّ مِنَ الرَّحْمَةِ وَقُلْ رَبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا

[Surah Al-Isra’ 23-24]

And your Lord has decreed that you worship none but Him and that you be dutiful to your parents. If one of them or both of them attain old age in your life, say not to them a word of disrespect, nor shout at them but address them in terms of honour. And lower unto them the wing of submission and humility through mercy, and say: “My Lord! Bestow on them Your Mercy as they did bring me up when I was small.”

In this ayah Allah Ta’ala has mentioned obedience to parents in the same sentence as worshipping Him alone, meaning just as worshipping Allah alone is wajib, so is respecting and obeying our parents. This also proves that after the obligation of worshipping Allah Ta’ala, obeying our parents is the most important thing. The phrase “do not say uff to them” shows that we cannot address them with even the slightest bit of disrespect. Nabi S.A.W has been reported to have said, “if there had been a lesser form of hurting than sayin uff to them then that too would have been mentioned.” Additionally it has been mentioned that we should speak to them softly, with respect and humility and that should be done out of compassion for them. Lastly it has been mentioned that we should do as much as possible to make them comfortable then, additionally, we should also keep praying that Allah shows them mercy by prayin this dua for them;

رَبِّ ارْحَمْهُمَا كَمَا رَبَّيَانِي صَغِيرًا

Rabbir-hamhuma kamaa rabbayaani sagheera.

This dua is so extensive that we can keep praying it for our parents even after they pass away, and through it we can continue serving our parents.

(Extracted from Ma’ariful Quran, Volume 5)

This ayah, combined with the many ahadeeth we had learnt in madrassah about the importance of respecting and obeying parents flashed through my mind, making me feel even more guilty. We sometimes forget the teachings of our beautiful religion in trying to emulate the ways of the west and getting brainwashed by them. I needed to get off my high horse and apologise now.

“Mummykins?” I called as I entered the kitchen.

I heard a muffled reply then mum emerged from the pantry, her arms laden with trays and the flour tin balancing precariously on top. I eyed it all with raised eyebrows.

“What’s all this for?”

“I thought I’ll make choc chip cookies. Cheer our moods up with some treats,” she looked at me with an uncertain smile and that made me feel even more guilty.

“Faz…” mum began but I didn’t let her finish. Going over to her I lifted the trays from her arms and deposited them on the countertop behind me, then wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, mummy. I shouldn’t have yelled like that and said all those silly things. Forgive me?” I made a puppy face and mum smiled.

“Of course, sweety. It’s fine…” she hesitated and I wondered if it was really fine, “did you mean what you said? Do you really think I’m trying to marry you off as soon as possible?”

“No, of course not! I know you’re not the sort of mother to force her children into marriages they don’t want,” I replied and mum heaved a sigh of relief. “However, you do get too tense with these proposals. You should relax, take each one as they come. And if I don’t like any of them then it’s fine. No need to worry, mum, because I’ll only get whoever is in my naseeb anyways.”

“I know, but I worry that you’ll turn down all the nice ones then be left with the kachra (rubbish) ones.”

I burst out laughing. “I will get my Mr. Right, don’t worry. That day will come,” I flashed her a reassuring grin then started laying out the pans and spraying them, “come, let’s make those cookies now!”

Despite the good note on which we ended, the topic of proposals became a sensitive one so I was really glad when weeks passed with no sign of any more of them. I came home from madrassah each day worried that another one would have come, another one I would maybe say no to. I was tired of those now. Now all I wanted was only one more proposal to come my way, the one I would say yes to. Whether that took months or years or mere weeks, I didn’t care. I just did not want any more failed samoosa runs.

It took three months for that proposal to come. Three months in which I had finally begun to relax enough that I did not keep wondering about the next proposal and how much added strain it would place on my family. Three months in which I could devote myself wholeheartedly to madrassah, for the final year was no joke. When it did come, that proposal, it was on a day so calm and ordinary, it seemed that not even the leaves were whispering in the wind.

I was the one who answered that phone call. I made salaam to the unknown aunt, politely replied to her “how are you”, introduced myself when she asked, then handed over the phone to mum when she told me to. That’s it. I did not think about it again till mum brought up the topic at the dinner table.

“Fazila, that was a proposal for you,” she said without preamble.

“Which one?” I looked blankly at her.

“The phone call you answered earlier.”

“Oh, that explains why she was so sugary sweet although I’d never spoken to her before,” I replied thoughtfully. Beside me Han snorted in amusement.

“Her name is Naseema Kadwa. Do you know her? They’re the Kadwas who live by Swaleha and Abdul’s house,” she said, referring to our cousins.

I shook my head. “Never heard of them.”

“There’s a Kadwa in the first year at madrassah,” Han put in, “Sameera Kadwa. Wonder if she’s the same Kadwa.”

“If it’s the Kadwas of the K&H firm, I know them,” dad said, “well known family and the bhallie’s heavily into tableegh as well. From what I’ve heard they’re a nice family.”

I shrugged, putting that aside for now. “What did she say, mum?”

“Her son Tariq is looking for a girl and someone mentioned you to her. So she’s sent in a proposal.”

“And here we go again!” I sighed resignedly.

Dad proved to be correct there. The Kadwas were a rich and well known family. The whole of PE seemed to know them and everyone had only good things to say about them. Apparently this Tariq was quite The Bachelor of the Year. He was tall, dark and handsome, he was stinking rich, he was also religious and had started going out in jamaat and he was such a nice, decent guy. He was also quite a catch and many girls had their hopes pinned on him. All this I found out from my friends of course. Mum and dad definitely wouldn’t describe him in quite these terms! I had mentioned him off handedly to some of my friends out of curiosity, to know if he really was so famous and if he was how come I’d never heard of him before. The gushing compliments made me doubtful of this working out. I did not want a tall, dark and handsome ladies’ man. I wanted a simple, down to earth, decent, religious guy and if he wasn’t famous then all the better. However, because mum and dad hadn’t found anything wrong with him I had to give him a chance.

The day came and I got ready efficiently, able to zoom my way around samoosa runs blindfolded by now. I wore a dress I hadn’t worn before that I found at the back of my closet, a simple beige top and maroon skirt, the only embellishment being a belt of gold links that hung on my hips and jingled softly as I walked. I slipped a gold bracelet on my wrist, gold wedge-heeled sandals on my feet and wrapped a shimmering maroon scarf around my head. A touch of eyeliner and lip gloss, a spritz of perfume and I was ready to jol!

Except that I wasn’t so ready after all. My nervousness kicked in late and sent me running to the loo where I spent ten feverish minutes. By the time I came out Sumi had come up to call me. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs behind her, trying to calm myself down. I had no idea why I was suddenly so nervous…or why I had this sudden unshakeable feeling that this samoosa run would be memorable in ways I couldn’t name.

I walked into the lounge to find mum sitting with a small, smiling woman who rose to greet me warmly.

“Nice to meet you, Fazila. I’ve heard so many good things about you,” she beamed.

I smiled and replied courteously. We settled in and spoke about general things, with Aunt Naseema trying to draw me into the conversation as well. She seemed like such a lovely person that I took an instant liking to her. So much so that my old suspicions kicked in. She’ll change just now, watch. She’ll soon start cross-questioning you and trying to interview you on behalf of her beloved son. She’ll soon start watching you through an imaginary microscope and seeing if you measure up to her beloved son or not.

When she did none of these things and continued chatting pleasantly as though she had simply come over for a tea-party my fevered imagination switched to her son. The mother is very nice so the son must be a real monster. Or maybe he’ll just be a jerk. Or since he’s supposedly tall, dark and handsome he’ll be a conceited, arrogant pain in the ass. Another Javed maybe. I shuddered at the memory.

“Are you feeling unwell, sweety?” Aunt Naseema was watching me, an anxious frown on her face. I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly shook my head, flushing slightly.

“I’m okay, jazakallah,” I murmured.

By the time dad finally called me to the dining room I was too agitated to sit still. I shot up and out of the room, uncaring of how I would look to the women behind me, and walked hastily into the adjoining dining room. Then I halted, my mouth dropping open, because the man before my eyes was so different to what I had expected that for a moment I had a feeling of being in the wrong place. He was tall, dark and handsome all right, but where I had expected a dude clad in jeans and top, with maybe a fashionable stubble gracing his chin, I found a man in a white kurta and topi who had a full, sunnah beard and whose hair fell till below his ears. Then I realised that he was watching me stare at him like an idiot, a teasing smile on his face.

“Are you as shocked to see me as I am to see you?”

I flushed and dropped my gaze quickly in mortification. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” I mumbled. Then his question registered in my mind and I looked up at him again in puzzlement. Shocked? Why would either of us be shocked to see the other?? I was looking at him, puzzling over that when I realised that he looked familiar. I had seen him before…but where? I frowned and looked closer when it suddenly hit me.

“Brick wall!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself.

It was his turn to stare. “Brick wall?”

I flushed again then giggled. “Sorry. I kept thinking of you that way because of the way I bumped into you. Oh, now I know why you said that about being shocked. You recognised me?”

“Yup. Three blind mice,” he replied promptly, his smile widening.

“Three blind mice???”

“Yeah. Sorry I kept thinking of you that way because of the way you bumped into me,” he parroted in a perfect imitation of me. We looked at each other then burst out laughing.

“I’m forgetting my manners. Come, sit, sit,” he pulled out a chair for me opposite his. I sat down still breathless with laughter and watched as he sat down opposite me, keeping a careful distance between us. He linked his hands loosely over his knees and looked at me.

“Your name’s Fazila, right?”

I nodded.

“I’m Tariq.”

“That will take some getting used to,” I joked and watched his smile flash again. He had a nice smile…and nice eyes which crinkled when he smiled. I found myself staring again and dropped my gaze, feeling flustered. I hadn’t felt this way in years.

“What do you do?” Tariq asked.

“I’m in the final year of my alima course. I’ll graduate in December, inshaAllah,” I replied.

“Oh, nice!” He exclaimed, his face lighting up, “I don’t tell many people this but there was a time when I really wanted to become an alim.”

“So why didn’t you?” I asked.

“My parents were against it. They weren’t so religious at that time and my father wanted me to become an accountant so that I could go into the family business. And I’m the only son so I went along with it in the end,” he shrugged and smiled slightly, “but I still find it fascinating, islamic knowledge. It’s so vast, so interesting. I’d love to learn more even now,” he smiled at me.

“It is really nice. I’m enjoying every minute of it,” I smiled back.

“What will you do after you finish?”

“Teach, I guess. It’s the only way to keep my knowledge fresh.”

“Yes, true. In every field you have to do work practice so this must be the same.”

“Does that mean you don’t mind if I teach after marriage?”

“No, not at all. I’d encourage you, infact. It’s a good thing to do.”

“Will we be staying with your parents or separately?”

“Separately. They’ve already bought a house for me. It’s a beach house. I’m crazy about the beach so I wanted something right on it.”

“Wow, cool! I also love the beach!”

“I love jogging every morning after fajr on the beach. It’s so refreshing.”

“Wow, me too! I try and jog down every day after fajr in the holidays!” Oh my gosh, we both sound so cliché! We looked at each other then started laughing again.

The conversation flowed and continued till dad actually poked his head in. “Sorry to disturb you’ll but it’s been an hour already. We were wondering if everything is okay,” he joked.

“One hour! I didn’t realise!” I said, jumping up.

Dad laughed. “Carry on, don’t let me stop you,” he said and retreated.

“Time definitely flies with the right person,” Tariq commented, winking at me. I smiled and blushed in response.

“Well, Fazila, it was so nice meeting you. I’ll see you then…err, if everything works out that is…I’ll let you know, right? Salaams.”

“Wa alaykum salaam,” I replied, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I had a good feeling about this one. A very good feeling indeed!

“Well?” Mum, Dad and Han exclaimed as soon as the door shut behind our guests.

I grinned at them. “First let’s see if it’s a yes from his side.”

Han was staring at me. “You’re glowing! Oh-my-word! The mighty Faz has finally fallen!!!”

“Oh, shush!” I said, waving away her comments, “I’m the same as usual.”

I wasn’t, though. This time I actually found myself waiting with bated breath for the answer. When it finally came, two days later, I bounded into mum’s room to hear what she was saying. Her face split into a wide smile, she winked at me then said, “that’s lovely, Naseema. I will tell Faz then let you know, inshaAllah.” She hung up and turned to me. “Its a yes!”

Now that the time had finally come, I felt inexplicably nervous and agitated. I composed my face, however, and nodded at mum. “Okay, let me make istikhara and then I’ll let you know what my answer is.”

I dreamt of Ahmed that night. I was walking in a field, the sun slanting over rows of corn, their stalks waving gently in the breeze. The wind tugged at my hair and blew my dress around. Then suddenly it started getting darker. The shadows started lengthening and dusk fell rapidly. I started walking faster when I passed by an oak tree. There, deep in the shadows of the old oak stood the form of a man. I started when I saw him but he held out a hand to me and smiled. I could see his smile even through the darkness enshrouding him.

“Ahmed.” I knew it was him, was more certain than I had been in my life.

“Fadheelah,” he took a step closer, “I came to wish you well on your journey.”

“What journey?” I whispered.

“The one you’re about to embark on. Go safely…and don’t look back.”

“Ahmed.” I took a step closer to him, suddenly needing to be close to him. He stepped back, already melding into the shadows.

“Go.” It was a faint whisper, carried on the wind. Then he was gone.

I woke up, my face wet with tears. “Ahmed,” I whispered achingly. I felt like my heart was breaking because I knew what that dream was about. He was letting go. Letting me move forward. And I knew that even if I tried I could not look back. The only way now was forward.

I got up, prayed my istikhara salah and dua again then went to sleep.

It took me three days to get my answer. The first two days there was nothing. On the third day I woke up with a clear answer. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face then raced down the stairs, needing to get this out in the open.

“Mum, dad,” I said breathlessly as I burst in. Three faces looked back at me expectantly as I paused to catch my breath. I smiled at them.

“My answer is yes.”

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201 thoughts on “Part 167”

  1. 😂😔I’m sure tariq a great guy but i really wanted her to end up with Ahmed 💔 i mean the last i remember reading about him she was all he dreamt about so he could never have forgotten her and moved on pleez bring him back

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  2. 😰😰😰😰😰😰 is this really happening I can’t believe it. I’m actually hyperventilating right now but brick wall seems like a really nice guy but it its seems like there’s a whole lot more to the I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Gr8 post as always 😘👌

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  3. Not even thinking of possible future plots and twists etc. right now. Just need time to digest this moment. I’m sure it will be great and you will find a way to win us over etc and make it all lovely with tons of lessons built in. But for now, I need a minute 😄 Dramatic? Maybe…but that was a very dramatic move you just pulled on us😉

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  4. I hardly ever comment although i really love following your journey, couldn’t help to comment today thought because I can only think of one thing … is this blog ending soon ? 😦

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  5. Ahhh now we talking REAL life! A very realistoc turn of events as soemone commented. Shows us kife is not a fairytale and somwtimes what you want and what you NEED is two different things (or two different ppl in this case). I felt link faz was becoming a doormat for looong off-the-scenes Ahmed, and therefore feel really glad that she accepted tariq who seems like an awesome guy and easy to get along with. Really love the twist!

    Plz don’t make anything bad happen to Brickwall though. I already like him and want everything of the best for him and faz….everything of the best with a happily ever after together.

    Hope Ahmed also found someone else and is considering settling down soon.

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  6. I can’t leave this post alone lol . Keep re-reading bits hoping I read the whole thing wrong! But knowing you there’ll probably be another twist. Like maaaaaybe, a lesson on how if something’s meant for you it will get to you if Allah wills and that you don’t have to slow down for it, just go with the flow and move forward and don’t expect to hear from it ever again, and Allah could still bring it to you, ya know? Also, for the older generation (or even younger but basically someone with a lot of experience) a quick question: Ya’ll keep saying life isn’t a fairytale but does that mean reality is better or worse lol? Idk because I try to live by that when I hear it but that statement is just very depressing in a way *cantwatch*

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    1. I dnt kno if i fall in the category of young or older generation
      Lol
      But anyways…life is how you take it
      Eg. We wud look for a romantic experience in dacway portrayed in the media, candke light, perfect setting, beautiful scenary….and whilst waiting for that you wud miss out on beautiful n great moments like an impromptu picnic for eg, you out for sum wrk n think hey theres those lovely gardens nearby or the beach n you just get sum bread n chips or tuna or whatever n go for a walk in those gardens n see what a beautiful time you can have

      The impromptu n unexpected events leav lasting n beautiful memories

      N dnt ever expect anything frm anyone,
      Live each day as it comes pursue your own personal dreams but not based around others
      Dnt dpend on others to accomplish what you want
      Remember what is important n an ambition for you is not the same for the nxt person
      By relying on sum1 in their mind they doing you a favour to hlp fulfill your dream…

      I hope i make sense

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    2. Nice question. Just yesterday I was hearing a talk on soulmates. Someone asked a sheikh if there is something like soulmates in islam. So he goes, “if by soulmate you mean you’ll find someone and just click with him,just know that he’s the right one for you and you’ll know what he’s thinking always and vice versa (basically the stuff we read in books) then no,there’s no soulmates in islam. But if by soulmates you mean Allah has decreed a person for you to marry then yes there is soulmates in islam. But that doesn’t mean everything will be okay. You will have ups and downs but you stick with him….” (to the effect) I found that nice,realistic also but leaves rooms for hopes and romantic idealisations also…

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      1. If you think about it,,,, that is so on point👌 soulmates as in the western dictionary doesn’t exist in real life. Even on a samoosa run, how much can you know of a person, but only a fraction? Yes that fraction is almost the deciding factor , I bet ppl had arguments and were like howcome you didn’t tell me that on our samoosa run? You get me

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  7. First time commenting,sister your blog is awesome😘wow….i always was worried about Ahmed’s parents….the mum seems ok but the dad will he accept their Islamic life style? I have a feeling Ahmed’s parents will be a challenge for faz…now with brick wall everything seems perfect…maybe he is the answer to her dua and Ahmed’s dua(the guy prayed for her to get a better man than him seriously)….please don’t delay the wedding…am excited yeeey!.let nani, nana, Khadija, Asiyah come for the wedding. Guys cheer up there’s always positive even in the worst of circumstances

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  8. Mabrook mabrook, Faz is finally getting married.
    I always think it’s a sign of strength for a girl to move on, instead of killing her self with false hope.

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  9. This brick wall guy better live up to our expectations otherwise ⛏🔪🔫.. he does sound like a chilled guy with the whole “Three Blind Mice 😂”
    Sooo الف مبروووك🎉🎉 #weddingvibes 💕

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  10. I wonder what the reactions will be of our other Ahmed fans will be all the way in UK (Zul, Aasiya, Khadeeja) when she tells them 😱 and the reaction of Ahmed when he hears! You lost your chance bro! No-one is waiting around just for you! I suppose this will be a slap to reality for him and he needs to start finding a wife too. Maybe Fizzpop?

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  11. My heart still yearns for Faz and Ahmed even though Faz and Brickwall seem perfect but Sister didn’t you mention a few posts ago that an Aalimah shouldn’t marry a non Aalim even though he might seem perfect for her….
    still team #Fazmed

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  12. Okay so I’m gonna rant here.. please don’t take me personally lol..

    First of all.. COME OOOONNNN!!! 🤧😪😔🤕

    Secondly.. YOU BROKE MY HEART!! 💔💔💔😢😢😢😢😭😭😭

    So I just want to say what I feel.. most of us here read all these stories to get away from our real lives for a bit, to go into this space in our heads where it’s all happy and lovey.. Don’t get me wrong I love all the lessons we get from all the posts and all the different story lines are amazing but at the same time it’s not a real story right, soo whyyyyy can’t they be together? 😢😭 at least our imaginary characters should end up together.. tariq sounds soo nice send him my way just keep faz for Ahmed only.. I get the whole lesson you are trying to show us.. but like someone else had said dua is a very powerful tool and it can change taqdeer also.. anyways all the best ahead.. your writing is beautiful and amazing keep it up.. buuutt I don’t know if I can continue reading after this.. my heart is too sore 😢😢😭😭

    Buh-bye xx

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  13. I haven’t commented for the longest time ever, but I am still one for your number one fans 🏆. Always reading your blog and always loving it too!!! It’s always my ☀️ for the week.
    I also felt really 😞 knowing that there’s no Faz and Ahmad. But one wonders why he didn’t approach her for marriage through all this time. Maybe Nana would have even brought up the idea if he thought they were a good match.
    Even though I would still have liked them to have gotten together…I just think it just teaches us a good lesson in reality. The pain that lingers due to feelings developed before marriage. We should always protect ourselves from such situations. In your writing you also implemented the spiritual growth of them both fighting against this attachment. May Allah protect us all and make your writing a means of guidance to all those that find themselves in similar situations, Aameen.

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  14. I also would love to see/read about her life after marriage, and how she’ll just let Tariq be him without comparing everything to Ahmed. Coz, even when making Istikhara now, she dreamt of H-I-M!! I mean, how do you get past a past attachment/crush?

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  15. Was re reading the post
    I do it often coz i’m crazy like dat
    Anyways..when Faz got dressed she put on a belt that ‘jingled’ n a ‘spritz of perfume’
    Wud like you to high light the fact of it not being permissible out doors

    Dnt want to go in fatwas…, but wondering if its permissble when a guy cums to ‘see’ a girl, its still a na mahram

    Maaf if i’ve offended you or any1

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    1. Yeah its not permissible out of doors but she was indoors so it’s fine. And as far as I’m aware it’s allowed infront of a guy who comes to see the girl just like dressing up for him is also allowed…Wallahu a’lam❤

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  16. I’ve been reading this blog from the beginning days, Ma Sha Allah beautifully written. I have never commented before, this is my first comment on a blog. I couldn’t help but Sob through the dream (I get emotionally attached to blogs 🙈) heartbroken would be an understatement 😪 I have stopped reading every blog I followed as I couldn’t handle the sadness of the main characters not being together 😆 from the post when Faz came upstairs and sobbed for Ahmad I knew I should stop reading but I had hope that just got shattered 💔💔 Can’t deal!! (I sound like a little girl) I don’t know if I can continue reading this, I love this story so much and I just wish Ahmad comes before the wedding for her and they get married 🙈 I know life isn’t a fairytale but I wish this story was 😂

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  17. As’salamualaikum ukhti 😍😍💕❤ 🌹 I stayed awake last night and finished reading all the chapters I missed on and I loveeeee them all😍😍😍😍😍❤🌹 JazakAllahu khayran 🌹💕 though I’m sad that ahmed isn’t coming yet but brick wall seems to become a new fav currently 🌚 and I would like to tell you that me and my bestfriend go crazy over your story and we have conversations on our calls about your story and faz and her samosa runs and when it comes to ahmed we get damn emotional 😭😭😂❤ @ untamed dreams

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  18. Well u have 1 night.. so hopefully u can stay up and give us a post tomorrow.. astag how selfish may Allah give you barkat in your time so we can have a post inshAllah.. jazakAllah for all your efforts and time you put to give us some happy moments..

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  19. As Salaam SiSters

    I have not commented in a while but this post I have to comment.

    I always had mixed feelings about Fazu and Ahmed… And after today’s post I feel brickwall and Fazu are a match made in heaven.

    I can’t wait for the wedding and all the exciting moments and not forgetting the lessons!

    As Fazu is preparing for her life with her beloved brickwall. I humbly request one and all to please make dua for me. In sha Allah I will be getting married on Saturday (10/02). May Allah bless my marriage and every other couples marriage with barakah love and everlasting happiness and protected from shaytaan and man. Aameen

    Sister…. All the lessons from the blog helped me and prepared me for my samoosa run and alhumdulillah I found my King.

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    1. Awwwww mashaAllah!!! So happy for you ukhti😘 all the best in your wedding and marriage. May Allah always keep you happy and fill your marriage with unity, love and barakah❤❤❤

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