Part 196

I managed to shove my sorrow to the back of my mind while I taught my angels their letters and duas but after madrassah it was weighing on me again, dragging me down. Without conscious thought I pulled out my phone and dialled the one person whose voice I needed to hear right now.

“Assalamu alaykum,” his deep voice slid through me and I instantly felt like a weight was lifting from my chest.

“Wa alaykum salaam,” I replied.

“How you, princess?”

“I’m fine.” The words rolled off my tongue automatically. Then I sighed, “no, actually I’m not.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He sounded instantly concerned.

“Nana and nani left today. It’s so hard to say bye to them every time. I don’t know when I’ll see them again…I just wish they didn’t have to go back,” I admitted, brushing away stray tears with one hand, the other on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry, princess. It’s never easy to say bye to a loved one. It’s hard for me as well and he’s not even my nana…well, he is now but you know what I mean,” I smiled at that. “Are you driving?” He asked suddenly.

“Yeah. On my way home.”

“Don’t talk while driving,” he said immediately, “call me when you get home.”

“Relax, babe, I’ve put you on speaker. And I’m not driving so fast,” I said, grinning now.

“I don’t trust your definition of “not so fast”,” his sceptical voice came through and I laughed.

“I’m driving on eighty! Happy?”

“Wow serious? I think you’ve broken some kind of record today. Slowest Fadheelah driving ever,” he joked.

By the time I got home my spirits had greatly improved. I hung up after talking to Ahmed, prayed asr then sat down with my assignment. Ahmed’s message came as I was engrossed in it.

What’s up? Wanna meet up?

I smiled wistfully and called him.

“Assalamu alaykum. I wish, man!” I complained as soon as he picked up.

“Why? We can go somewhere for supper if you want.”

“It’s not that I don’t want. I can’t. I’m bogged down with work.”

“What work?” He sounded confused.

“Remember I told you I’m doing my masters from home? Yeah so that. I’m busy with an assignment right now.”

“Shoh, you really do work hard, man. How many things do you do in a day again?”

“Let’s see, I teach Riyaadh first thing in the morning…then go to school for the morning…then madrassah in the afternoons…then come home and study or work on my assignments,” I ticked off each thing on my fingers as I listed it.

“Do you have any free time at all?”

“Nope, none at all on weekdays. I don’t go anywhere on weekdays except work and home. And I’m busy on weekends as well sometimes. I’ve slacked off since getting married…not that I’m complaining,” I added hurriedly, “but the thing is, masters can take one year or two. I want to finish it in one year so I’m really pushing myself.”

“Why not in two years?” Ahmed asked curiously.

“Because this studying business is taking forever! I’m getting tired of it now…just want to get it over and done with. Besides, did you know I have to do community service after I finish? For one year.” I held my breath as I waited for his reply. Somehow we hadn’t gotten around to discussing any of this before.

“What does that mean?” Ahmed asked carefully.

“It means I have to work in a government hospital for one year. Full days. No part time or anything. Seven-thirty to four p.m.” I had found out all these details before deciding to do my masters. Not that it would have changed my decision. I had to do this if I wanted to be a fully qualified psychologist. I had no choice.

“Hmmmm…hectic,” was his response.

“Do you mind?”

“Well, it’s all very new to me. All this time I thought you’re done with your studies.”

“I did tell you I’m doing my masters when you came to see me.”

“Yeah, you did. I guess I didn’t realise what that meant at that time. But anyways, don’t worry about it now. We’ll deal with it when the time comes.”

“Sure,” I agreed instantly, exhaling in relief. The last thing I wanted was a battle on my hands so this reprieve was more than welcome.

“So that means no meeting up on weekdays?” I could almost see him pouting.

I smiled then sighed. “No, I can’t afford to. I’ll give you my entire weekends though, inshaAllah. I’m all yours over the weekend.”

“Good. I’ll make the most of it then,” Ahmed replied.

And he did. He was outside my gate at one-thirty p.m sharp on Saturday, texting me to hurry up. I opened the gate for him and went outside to call him in.

“I’m still eating. Come join us,” I said, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. It was so good to see him after so many days. His heavenly smell, itr and his own unique scent, washed over me and I inhaled deeply, drinking him in. He smelt so good…he looked even better.

“No, jazakallah. I’ve already eaten,” he said, brushing the backs of his fingers down my cheek, his intense gaze capturing mine, “I missed you,” he said softly.

“I missed you too,” I replied, smiling up at him.

I led him inside to the kitchen where everyone was.

“Ahmed, come, join us,” dad said with a warm smile, gesturing at the empty spot on his left. Han was luckily sitting with her back to him so she hunched over and carried on eating. Sumi, sitting opposite her covered her face with her scarf and turned away slightly. Ahmed kept his gaze trained on dad as he answered, “jazakallah but I’ve eaten already.”

“This isn’t good, Ahmed. You must come eat lunch with us tomorrow,” mum put in.

Ahmed looked at her and smiled, “okay, I will, inshaAllah.”

“Have some ice cream at least. Faz, get the ice cream for him,” mum added.

I winked at Ahmed and removed the tub of choc mint ice cream from the freezer then pulled out a bowl and spoon for him. I led him to the lounge because I knew he would be more comfortable there.

“Dig in. I’ll be right back.”

“Come eat with me,” Ahmed looked at me with puppy eyes. I grinned at him.

“Food before dessert, babe. I’m off to finish off my biryani now.”

“Come back quickly. I want to share this with you.”

“More like you’ll be sharing with my dad and bro,” I chuckled then left to go eat.

Ahmed did end up having ice cream with dad and Adnaan and talking to them, while I finished off my food and went to get ready. I packed my swimming costume this time incase we ended up going to the beach house again.

Ahmed stood up when I reappeared in the lounge, smiling at me. “Ready?”

“Yup!” I replied, smiling back.

“Don’t stay out till too late. It’s not safe,” dad cautioned.

“Jee, daddy, I’ll be back early inshaAllah. But I’ve taken the house keys just incase,” I replied.

“By early she means anytime before midnight,” Adnaan grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him even while I admitted to myself that that was exactly what I had meant.

“So where are we going?” I asked Ahmed when we were on the road.

“Guess,” he grinned, reaching over to clasp my hand in his. I loved this habit of his, of playing with my fingers while he drove.

“The beach house?”

“Yup! Clever girl!” He shot me a wide grin.

“Like there was any guessing involved in that!” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“I like you all to myself, habibti. What can I do?” He said and my heart jumped in my chest at the new endearment. When Ahmed spoke in English the words slid off his tongue like warm honey. When he spoke in Arabic the words sounded like a caress…seductive…sexy…and wasn’t I sounding so poetic right now? I thought with a chuckle.

“What? What did I say?” Ahmed looked at me quizzically.

“Nothing. I was just thinking how nice you sound when you speak Arabic,” I answered honestly.

“If I sound nice why did you laugh?” Ahmed arched his brows.

“Because…” damn, how should I answer this? “…because my mind ran away with me.”

“Where did it run? Take me where it is,” he was smiling now.

“You don’t wanna go there, believe me!” I answered emphatically and he burst out laughing.

The beach house was lovely as usual. I felt the same thrill when we entered through the lounge and I kicked off my shoes, abaya and hijab before making a beeline for the kitchen doors leading onto the deck, with the vast blue ocean spread out beyond it. Ahmed caught up to me before I reached them, snaking out an arm and pulling me against him. He had also removed his kurta, imaamah and shoes, I realised as I saw his muscular bare forearm wrapped around my waist, his bare feet alongside mine. My heart started thundering as he bent his head, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck.

“Hold on a minute, habibti. Let me see you first.” He turned me around gently to face him, holding me at arm’s length to look me over nicely. I was wearing a blue tank top and white skinny jeans today… my face burned as his gaze slid over me, feeling self conscious despite the fact that I’d worn a more revealing costume just the past weekend. His face broke into a smile.

“You look gorgeous,” he said softly.

I smiled and gave him the same once over. “You’re not too bad yourself, habibi.”

Ahmed grinned. “Arabic suits you as well….habibti.”

He led me onto the deck and we stood there, letting the salty breeze whip through our hair, watching the waves crash in the distance.

“What do you wanna do first?” Ahmed asked.

“Swim,” I immediately replied, bringing a smile to his face. We changed and dived in, enjoying ourselves thoroughly. Ahmed tired me out, racing me from end to end, chasing behind me to dunk me when I wasn’t looking and throwing me over and over into the air. I could never tire of that and I thrilled in having a husband strong enough to carry me and toss me up like a child. It had been a dream of mine for years that I should get a fit, strong and energetic husband. Definitely not a flabby couch potato who couldn’t even lift his sock to the laundry basket, never mind a fifty-something kilogram woman. I had even made dua for a fit husband and I was ecstatic that my dua had been accepted, thinking, “Alhamdulillah!” even as I shrieked at rocketing out of the water yet again.

After we had worn ourselves thoroughly in the pool we took a walk on the beach. The sun was lower in the sky now and it was cooler. We walked hand in hand, shoulders bumping, chatting about anything and everything. I was so grateful for that as well. Often I had thought of what married couples talked about all the time; what I would talk about with my husband when I got married. I had heard of newlywed couples spending hours on the phone. What on earth did they talk about everyday? I actually worried sometimes about going blank about an hour into the conversation then having to like fake a yawn just so I could get off the phone before I embarrassed myself with my silence and awkward stammerings. But not once had that occurred. We had pulled many all-nighters but never did we run out of topics Alhamdulillah. Even now the conversation flowed as we strolled along, engrossed in each other. Finally Ahmed sat down, pulling me infront of him so he could wrap his arms around me. I leaned back against him, tracing his arms with my fingertips, watching the waves crash and recede with their soothing rhythm.

“Any news from your nana?” Ahmed asked.

“Yeah, he phoned when they reached UK and again today in the morning. They were saying it’s so quiet there with just the two of them.” I sighed, missing them again. I wished I could transport myself there sometimes, to give them company, to help them with their chores, to just sit with them and listen to their stories. Ahmed and I really needed to visit soon………

“Anyways…about that qiraa’ah story…” I said, my mind going to that incident as I thought about UK and the memories it contained. I also remembered that we never had finished this conversation the other day…, “mind repeating it to me again?” I twisted in his arms to face him, flashing him a mischievous smile.

“What story?” Ahmed asked, looking at me innocently. He started tracing patterns up and down my arms, across my shoulders…distracting me with his featherlight touch which was no doubt his aim. I swatted his hands away and raised my eyebrows at him.

“Stop distracting me and start spilling!”

Ahmed shot me a wry look. “You won’t let go of it, will you?”

“Nope! Never!” I replied with a grin, “so go on. I want to hear it from you.”

“There’s nothing to tell. I came to your house to give your nana a kitab…and I heard you praying. I couldn’t help my reaction. It’s like I forgot your nana was there, I was so engrossed in listening to you. Till he called out my name. And stupid me told him how beautifully you were praying,” he cringed at the memory, “And he asked me if I want history to repeat itself. I was confused by what he meant so he told me how your dad fell for your mum the same way. Then he asked me again if I wanted history to repeat itself.”

“And? What did you say?” I asked, amused.

“Nothing. Damned if I said yes and damned if I said no. So I kept quiet.”

“You could have said yes. Saved us so many years of heartbreak,” I said softly. I hadn’t explicitly told him how much I’d liked him from back then, how his absence had affected me.

He looked at me then, his gaze intense. “Yes. I should have. And I wanted to, Fadheelah. I wanted to marry you so much, from that time,” his hand lifted, cupped my cheek, “but I couldn’t. Circumstances prevented me.”

“It’s okay. At least we’re together now,” I replied, leaning into his touch, “was I praying Surah Ar-Rahmaan, by the way?”

“No. Surah Noor,” he replied, smiling.

“Oh…then it wasn’t an exact case of history repeating itself,” I said, “my dad heard my mum praying Ar-Rahmaan and went gaga. Fell so hard he still hasn’t recovered,” I giggled.

“Actually history did repeat itself in a way,” Ahmed said slowly, “it was Surah Ar-Rahmaan that made me fall for you as well. And I still haven’t recovered. Don’t even want to,” he grinned.

“Ar-Rahmaan? When?” I frowned.

“One day by the lake. In England. I was walking when I heard the most beautiful qiraa’ah ever. It was you. I was completely captivated. Lost my heart to you that day.”

I scrunched my forehead, trying to remember. By the lake? I had a vague memory of being upset…going by the water to calm myself as usual…praying Qur’an to calm myself, also as usual. He was there that day?

“You heard me??” I asked, looking at him wide-eyed. He nodded, his eyes soft with remembrance, “wow. I had no clue.”

“So history did repeat itself,” he said.

“Yeah. Imagine!” I smiled.

“It’s been a dream of mine since that day…to hear you recite it again, this time for me. To lay my head in your lap and just listen to you praying,” Ahmed grasped my hands in his warm ones, pressed them to his chest…watching me expectantly…waiting… and for the first time ever I felt nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach. I’d prayed to audiences before but none of it was like this moment. It felt like time had slowed down, centred on this moment. I nodded slowly, turning around to face the ocean again. I sat cross legged and watched Ahmed turn and lay his head in my lap, brown hair shining against white denim. He smiled up at me and I smiled back, laying my hand lightly on his cheek. Taking a deep breath I looked out at the endless expanse of blue water and began to pray…………

AHMED:

Her voice was magic. It wound around me, casting me in it’s spell again. I had never heard a voice like hers before. Soft, feminine, yet powerful, gripping. It dipped and soared effortlessly, switching between high and low tones seamlessly. She had a rare gift and I was the luckiest man alive to be handed the gift in the palm of my hand. I closed my eyes and let her voice wash over me, bathing me in it’s sweetness, in the sweetness of the kalaam of Allah.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both deny………

When she prayed the last ayah there was a moment of profound silence. I opened my eyes and stared up at her, grappling with the right words. Everything seemed so paltry, so lukewarm. I usually had the right words for every occasion, knowing exactly what to say, how to express myself, but this time words failed me. And mere words were not enough to convey the depth of my feeling at that moment so I went with action instead. Lifting my hand I glided my fingers up her cheek, brushing her hair back. I stared deeply into her eyes, watching her own eyes darken, her cheeks turn pink. Sliding my hand into her hair I gripped the back of her head and brought her lips down to mine, conveying in that single kiss how deeply she had affected me…pouring my heart out without words… because this beautiful girl in my arms had rocked my world…had in this short space of time become my entire world………………


Aaand there we have it! Our last post before ramadhan… next post will be up on 18th June inshaAllah…

Love and duas xxx

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78 thoughts on “Part 196”

  1. Lovely post mashAllah.. wish Ahmed was sent off to 30 day iitikaf.. 🤣.. like its ramadhan for faz and ahmed🙄.. anywayz have a lovely break from blogging and remember us in your duas.. this blog will be greatly missed..

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      1. Nooo, Authoress u can still post about their first ramadaan together❤️Dying to see how they spend it. Faz will most likely break her fast by Ahmed’s sometimes, and he by hers?💕

        At the end It’s ur choice authoress💗U know what fits and what u comfortable posting about, just thought it would be nice

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  2. ما شاء الله
    What a beautiful way to end the post before Ramadhaan with reminders of the Quraan…
    Jazaakillaah khair for the beautiful post….
    May you and all our beloved readers have a spiritually uplifting Ramadhaan and we’ll wait patiently for the next post after Ramadhaan ان شاءالله

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  3. Its becoming too behayaa now…seems like we are reading a romance novel 😖
    We dont need those mushy details…every newly wedded couple knows how to do this stuff….oldies need advice to keep their marriage alive…newly weds dont..they cant keep their hands off each other as it is….so why is this story getting so so behayaa….one doesnt need these details…the story was going fine as it was without all these bits….🙄

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    1. The story is probably going to be like this all the way till the end because I want to make them a couple who are free with their affections. Can you please point out to me exactly what is so behaya? Because I mentioned a kiss on the cheek, a hug and a kiss on the lips without ANY details at all. I do not go into details. I only mention these parts to show them showing affection for each other because I don’t want to make them dry and clear cut. And yes they are newlyweds so obviously they won’t be like an old married couple now. So that trigger warning I posted few posts back stands all the way till the end of this blog. If you feel it’s too much for you I would advise you to stop reading at this point. Shukran.
      P.S. There’s a good way to comment and a harsh way to comment. Your comment was harsh and uncalled for. You could have said the exact same thing in a much better way.
      Peace out. Duas xxx

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      1. Lols muslim couples don’t kiss and hug bc it’s behaya! they just stare at each other’s ankles 😂😂😂

        *runs away bc I’m pathetic and laughing in a serious situation*

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      2. Haha very funny!! No one is saying Muslim couples dont do anything. The point is. ..this story has been so clean from the beginning…and its getting too like sort of romancy story…
        And remember young girls are reading this story and taking lessons from it..so have to be more careful…
        And you are making a kurta seem like a disease…..that Ahmed was “without” a kurta and imamah..as if trying to make it sound like something wonderful…now ofcourse its ” permissible” but I mean the way its written….

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      3. This story has been “clean” from the beginning because I wasn’t writing about any married couples! Now I am so of course I’m gonna add the romance aspect…tell me,have you not read ahadith? Have you not read seerah?

        حَدَّثَنَا سُلَيْمَانُ بْنُ حَرْبٍ، قَالَ: عَنْ شُعْبَةَ، عَنِ الحَكَمِ، عَنْ إِبْرَاهِيمَ، عَنِ الأَسْوَدِ، عَنْ عَائِشَةَ رَضِيَ اللَّهُ عَنْهَا، قَالَتْ: كَانَ النَّبِيُّ صَلَّى اللهُ عَلَيْهِ وَسَلَّمَ «يُقَبِّلُ وَيُبَاشِرُ وَهُوَ صَائِمٌ، وَكَانَ أَمْلَكَكُمْ لِإِرْبِهِ»،

        “The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) used to kiss and touch (his wives) while he was fasting, and he was the most in control of his desires.’” 

        Subhanallah! Kissing mentioned in the ahadith! How shocking! And I also read another Hadith whereby nabi s.w. used to kiss his wife ayesha r.a passionately by sucking on her tongue… is that too behaya for you? Because I don’t even remember going into details about my fictional couples kisses🤔 if you find these posts too like a “romancy story” then pick up the seerah. Read where nabi s.w and Aisha r.a used to bath together. Read where she used to eat a piece of meat n he used to take a bite from the exact same place. Read where he used to kiss her on the forehead and talk romantically to her. Put down your romance novels that you’re comparing my blog with and pick up the seerah. And if young girls read this story and take lesson from it then GOOD! Because I’m writing about HUSBAND AND WIFE, not boyfriend n girlfriend. So if they learn how to be romantic and mushy and lovely dovey with their own husbands then Alhamdulillah! Mission accomplished I’d say…
        As for the kurta bit, you’re joking right? Ahmed wears kurta and imaamah everywhere. If I wanted to make it seem like a “disease” I would have made him wear shirt and pants in public places. Why make him wear kurta at all🤔 but he only removed it when they were in private because you honestly don’t expect him to keep it on on the beach right? Or in the pool? Unless you thought the correct thing to do is paint it on like a second skin?
        I’m done explaining myself here. I repeat,if you find it too much please stop reading because this story will be like this till the end… Shukran and have a wonderful ramadhan. Make dua for us and the entire ummah xxx

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      4. To the point mashAllah.. our deen is v.balanced romance is not haram in a halal way (with husband) you actually get reward for doing things in a right way and the authouresshas put things v.clearly that publicly these things are behaya but in privacy nothing is wrong.. any extreme is not praiseworthy (going all public or saying things are behaya in private).. i feel the authrouress is putting a v.good message across may Allah reward her unity between husband and wife is loved by Allah anf kills the shaytan thats why he gets v.happy when a couple have fights and have miss understandings.. khair i think we should appreciate our sisters efforts rather then finding fault in everything..

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  4. Lovely post as usual… This one was just missing a tiny detail…

    Fadheelas scarf when she was reciting Surah Rahman! I read the paragraph twice looking for it… Well, I suppose its not impermissible…

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      1. Thought as much that it was accidental. Don’t you think it might be better to change it, that’s if you don’t mind… Because it’s not just no scarf, all she has on is a tank top and skinnys.. That’s really Be Adab for a student of Deen to read Quran in. But up to you, Ukhti.
        Have a nice Ramadhaan and Pls don’t forget us in your Duas💕

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      1. الحمد لله. I love your imagination.

        I was thinking more along the lines of a certain mufti running to fetch her jilbab for her and draping it over her shoulders… But your way is good also #wink

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  5. Wishing you and your readers a very spiritually uplifting Ramadaan, filled with barakah and happiness, dear Authoress🌸 Can just imagine how much of your time and effort goes into each chapter that you post.
    Though I too plan to only post again on my ‘nutriqueen’ weightloss and health blog
    https://ketoqueenmumof6.wordpress.com
    after Ramadaan, I am hoping to still post our kiddies stories on
    https://littleblessings-preciousgifts.family.blog
    to keep our fasting children happy and entertained.

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  6. Soo sweet n such a nice way to end off…
    Love it so far… I think after Ramadan needs to be ruksati time 😬… Have a lovely Ramadan dear author n rem us in ur spcl duas!!!

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  7. Sooo sweet! Alhumdulillah had 3 posts waiting to read which was super exciting! 😃 JazaakAllah khair for the beautiful reminders/lessons in each post. Will miss you but hope you and family have a great ramadhan. Keep the entire ummah in your precious duas. My husband jus asked “who am I messaging?” And I was like my authoress 🙊 and he goes huh? I’m like I’m just commenting on the beingmuslim post cuz it’s the last one before ramadhan and she won’t post till June 18. So he goes “good” otherwise you wouldn’t have taken a break from reading 😂🙈

    Lol shows how much I love reading your posts and alhumdulillah it’s helping me in so many ways 💕❤️Also it’s just how beautifully you write it out. I think sometimes we need that little halal entertainment along with learning about our deen and life lessons be it through fictional characters. I see it that way, it’s like a break for me from the outside world and jumping into the world of fadheela for a little while (if that makes sense) 🙊 take care may Allah make it easy for all of us during these blessed days and give us the strength to do ibaadah. 💕

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    1. Awwww Jazakillah khair for this wonderful comment ukhti😊 lol my hubbys also glad I’m taking a break from writing coz he says I’m always busy with that🙈
      Shukran again and remember me and my family in your duas❤❤

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  8. السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
    Wish I could hear Faz recite …lol…but that won’t ever be possible !
    Your posts are always worth the wait♥
    May you have a blessed Ramadhaan and Eid …Ameen ♥♥

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  9. Tbh not reading Quraan Shareef with scarf is a big no for me 🙊 so I pretended and imagined that she grabbed a scarf before they went to the beach bc it was getting closer to Maghrib time and It slipped off when Ahmed was staring in her eyes 😂😂 Faz should quit studying jk I’m feeling lazy for her part 😭😂. I wish I was blessed with the ability to pray Quraan Shareef amazingly too ☹️

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    1. I also try not to pray without scarf but this is a story,you have to fill in the blanks sometimes and use your imagination because I’m not gonna mention every little detail. So good for you that you did that👍🏻😁 lol I also couldn’t study so much🙈
      Wish I was blessed with that ability too!😭

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      1. Definitely! That’s why I added my own bit to it…and I mentioned it bc of the comments so I thought they could have peace of mind too 😂😭 I’m way too lazy to study and work so much like Faz, wow 😱😂.

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  10. May you all have a blessed and spiritually uplifting Ramaadhaan. May Allah let us value every second of this blessed month, accept our humble efforts, forgive us and grant us entrance into Jannah ❤️

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  11. AMAZING POST(as per usual)👌🏻💯If these two have such amazing voices…imagine their children😍
    Also faz & her studying, how is she so dedicated? Doing an assignment after a hectic day like hers😱😱I’d probably have no brain power left. Real life people like this👆🏻I salute you!

    Ramadaan Kareem everyone💚

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  12. Awesome post! 😊
    Could we please have a few ramadan posts after Ramadan.
    Like Faz and Ahmed in ‘blog ramadan’ 😂
    Please remember me in your duas.
    Have an amazing Ramadan 💜

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    1. Lol I haven’t thought about it to be honest. The story has taken another track in my mind so let’s see what happens after ramadhan❤
      Remember me and my family in your duas

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  13. Loving the story and personally loving the mushy lovey dovey details more so because they are halal for each other. Cannot wait for more 😀😀

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  14. السلام عليكم
    Just to clarify.
    I dont think it’s permissable to read Quraan without covering the hair. I remember learning the satr has to be covered as in salaah. Its actually مكروه to read with the satr uncovered. I do however know its not the duty of the author to mention every minute detail.
    Secondly I know you dont post in ramadhan but I’d like to know how faz n other fellow haafidhas juggle their dhor in taraweeh.
    جزاك الله

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    1. I learnt that it’s adab to cover the hair,so not makruh to leave it uncovered. But yeah rather assume she knows all this and somehow managed to cover herself as I won’t mention every detail👍🏻
      I have no idea as I’m not a haafidhah so I can’t write about it🙈 it would be better if you ask someone who knows more than me on this topic❤

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  15. Mashaallah ur story is absolutely excellent
    Iv not really ready anything similar before- with all the naseeha and reminders at the right places mashaallah
    Very talented

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  16. Awesome post jazakallah💙
    Btw is faz a hafidh?im trying to rem if I read it or am I jis daydreaming lol

    Ramadhaan Mubarak to u🌷
    We’ll Deff miss u, dnt 4get us in ur duaaz plz🤲🏻

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  17. Love your blog sister. Mashallah!
    I think it’s better the young girls read an Islamic blog teaching them about halaal romance instead of them reading novels and magazines. Keep up the excellent work and Ramadan Mubarak! Waiting for the next post

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