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Was his rude reply before he slipped on his black Calvin Klein flip-flops and left the room. "Always stuck up." She shook her head while grumbling then made her way to the bathroom to perform ablution and prayed, begging Allah to sort her life out in the best way possible, to upgrade her. "Ya Allah, Ya Hayyu Ya Qayyum, grant me a heart filled with peace and tranquility. Forgive my transgression of Your commands and grant me victory over my shortcomings. Reform and upgrade me in the best way possible, a way you know is best for me..." She kept praying silently only to tense when she felt something from her feminine part which she is very well used to.

A heavy burden was loaded in her heart and it got released when the first tear slipped down her eye. 'O Allah, The First of those who are first and O The Last of those who are last Ya Raheem, Ya Kareem, protect my mother wherever she is, forgive me for those sins which cut down the hopes. O Allah, I ask You by Your mercy, which embraces all things; make things easier for me. In worldly affairs and in after life. O Aid of those who seek assistance. O Friend of the hearts of the sincere. And O God of all the world's inhabitants, I ask for your assistance, I ask for your help. Help me. Give me patience so that I could surpass this test of life too. Amen'

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Mum once told me that when bowing like this, I should tell Allah all my worries and need and everything would be solved and settled. Rabbana 'akshif'annal-'ahaaba 'innaa mu'minuun. Oh Lord! Relieve me of the torment, for we are believers. (Q44: 12). Rabbana 'alaika tawakkalnaa was 'ilaika 'anabna was 'ilaikal-masir. Oh Lord! We trust you and to You we return in repentance and into You is our final return. (Q60:4).

There is none worthy of worship but Allah, Lord of the heavens and Lord of the earth, and Lord of the Noble Throne. Allaahumma rahmataka 'arjoo falaa takilnee 'ilaa nafsee tarfata 'aynin, wa 'aslih lee sha'nee kullahu, laa'ilaaha 'illaa 'Anta. O Allah, I hope for Your mercy. Do not leave me to myself even for the blinking of an eye. Correct all of my affairs for me. There is none worthy of worship but You. Laa 'ilaaha 'illaa 'Anta subhaanaka 'innee kuntu minadh-dhaalimeen.

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on the other side larib was still standing at the same place thinking about what xavier said after listening to justin my heart was at little ease but i was still scared i was feeling suffocated i could not breath , their was big window in the room i went to it and opened it and try to calm my breathing. " ya allah please make it easy please protect my family and me please ya allah " i was crying by now and my breathing became more shollow the attack was becoming severe i need someone i needed my mom to comfort me only she could bring me out of it but i didn t had her ya alalh what do i do . it so feel like heart attack it is getting severe its paining ya allah help me please , send me y

She knew that this was a turning point in their relationship, and she couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Lost in her thoughts, Mitchell found herself humming a familiar tune, the lullaby she had sung to Angela earlier. The gentle melody filled the air, its soft and soothing notes carrying her hopes and dreams. As she sang, a sense of peace washed over her, calming her restless heart to reflect the serenity of the present moment.

* * * Ahad's pov. I was driving the car aimlessly, only a thought was in my mind. I have to save my izzah, sharik was again and again nagging me to slow down but I was not listening him. Millions of thoughts were coming in my mind, many what ifs were in my mind but I was only praying for a thing that my izzah should be fine.

“Am I not Your servant, Ya Rabb? Did I not live for You? Did I not strive to walk the straight path, even when my legs trembled and my soul felt hollow? Did I not trust in Your plan, even when I could not see beyond my own sorrow? Ya Allah, I am tired. I am tired of waiting for a relief that never comes. I am tired of believing that my patience will bear fruit, when all I taste is the bitterness of despair. I am tired of saying "Alhamdulillah" through clenched teeth, forcing gratitude when my heart is breaking. I am tired of hoping for Jannah when this dunya has been nothing but a grave for my dreams.