The prophet (P.B.U.H) said: "When a Muslim visits his sick brother, he never ceases to be in a Khurfah of paradise until he returns." He was asked, "What is a Khurfah?" He replied: "It's fruits."
-Muslim.

POEMS.

Zayn messaged his sisters immediately before rushing to the car, tugging his wife by his side, the sun is about to set. He sent a quick message to Mashhub also before starting the car and straight to the hospital. He kept mumbling any du'a that comes to the tip of his tongue, underneath his breath as he looks restless and sad. This can't be happening, his father should not keep suffering for something that isn't his fault. He should better stop with the worries before it ends his life sometime, it's getting too much and now it's affecting their mother and them.

Zayn knew that his father is thinking about his deceased sister who died in a car accident. She was on her way to their house when it happened and he thought it was because he pressured her to visit them that it happened. He thought that if he hadn't pressure her that time, she would've been in the hotel room she's staying at and nothing would've happened but he should know that when Allah plans something, no one can change it as he's the best planner. He has been getting the attacks ever since.

Nana didn't know what to do at moments like this -she felt useless and helpless- so she keep her hand on his that is resting on the steering wheel tightly. She has to move her body a little in not so comfortable position because of her short hand but she didn't care. She wants him to know that he is not alone in this and she's also with him to fight against whatever it is that is coming their way. She's going to stick to him like a gum and he can do nothing about it.

Seeing this Zayn, she wished the other Zayn will come back and keep teasing her and she won't mind it one bit. This Zayn is just making her sad and weary. No matter what, the other Zayn is far better than this silent and solemn one.

"I'm here with you, cherub!" She said cherub intentionally because she wants to lighten up the mood and it did helped cause a smile tug at the sides of his lips.

She's always wanted to call her life partner cherub because she loves the name. And it perfect match with her husband's personality, he's sweet, romantic and awfully cute or in her case, handsome. Still cute nevertheless. She just wants to see his baby picture, she knew he would be so cute with chubby cheeks.

"Cherub huh?!" A deep chuckle escaped his lips, his eyes shining with mirth back again and she couldn't be any happier. Her Zayn is back.

"Yeah what?" She rolled her eyes, attempting to remove her hand from his but he tighten his grip on it, keeping her hands on the steering wheel and his on top of hers. Her hand is so soft for his slightly calloused ones.

"I love it, mami. But you don't have to force yourself to make me happy. You're presence is enough to assure me that I'm not alone. Do things when you mean it hm?" He smirked when she blushed.

"I'm not forcibly saying it," she shrugged before adding; "I wanted to." She yawed her gaze from his and face the window even though it's very uncomfortable with her hands on the steering wheel, so she faced the windshield and see the way the sun make beautiful orange, soft red, grey and blue hue on the plain blue canvas.

"We're here!" His distressed demeanour came back with full force and Nana only sighed, extricating her hand from underneath his and rounding the car to stand next to him and together they walked into the hospital, the awful smell hitting them hard.

The receptionist told them where his father's room is at and they rush there but he still didn't let go of Nana's waist for a second, he tucked her in his arms as they continue to ferry. Thank goodness he removed his babban riga or he would've looked like a groom on his wedding day. Shortly, they arrive at the floor and the room number 122 face them, he stopped for some minutes before pushing the door open, only to find his mother crying to his father.

"You should stop worrying, the doctor said that it'll be worst if you don't stop worrying so much. It has been eight years, you should think about us and your health, we all need you." They heard his mother objurgated at him.

"You're right, Maa!" Zayn chirped in, not really startling them as Nana already said the taslim earlier before he could talk.

"You don't have to gang up on me. Come here Aisha, my dear." Nana's ears perked up when she heard her voice called and obediently went to the side of the bed.

"How are you feeling, Paa?" She asked after they exchanged pleasantries. It felt weird calling him Paa for the first time but what should she say? Alhaji Khattab? That's stupid!

"I'm doing perfectly well, my dear. They're just worrying for nothing actually." He beamed at his wife when she send him a quelling, angry glare.

"That is good, Masha'Allah. You should rest now huh?" She smiled at him before Zayn's mother stood up to adjust his pillow because he yawned sleepily.

"Sure! You guys should go home and rest also, it's been a long day." He cajoled when Zayn said he will stay with him for the night.

Just when Zayn is about to gainsay, his siblings badge into the room -Kaadira and Naazwa with their husbands whilst Maaysa and Mashhub walked in together. They all scolded their father before they had a small family fight about his health with Alhaji Khattab trying to console his children. Behind all the anger written on their faces, a huge timorous, caring and worried side of theirs didn't falter. The anger didn't enshroud it and he knew that he should better stop thinking too much.

Hajiya Rehma smiled at her family. Everyone is here except her grandchildren but the feeling of tranquility wash over her whole being. She love her family with every fibre of her being, she doesn't have any favorite but she could feel that her love for Zayn is different and seeing him happy with Nana brought immense joy to her heart. They both look happy and that's all their parents wants. Even though her children all have the ones they're closer to, they still love each other. Zayn is closer to Naazwa and Maaysa whilst Kaadira is closer to Naazwa.

"Okay kids, go home and rest! I'll be discharged tomorrow in the morning Insha'Allah." Alhaji Khattab loudly said to them, not liking the idea of them getting stressed after a tiring day.

The children all groan but abide and kiss him a small goodbye on the cheek. Zayn's parents could both see how possessive their son is towards his wife as he didn't bother removing his hand from her waist. The love that shone in his eyes when she touch his hand is enough to know that their children are all happy, well, except Maaysa whose case is very different from all others.

Zayn and Nana said another taslim when they walked into the dark house before switching on the lights. She ambled to their bedroom straight with Zayn trailing behind her after taking a bottle of water from the fridge.

She changed from the bespoke Woore dress to loose black sweatpants and white huge hoodie with 'Kitty' written on the front, the weather is chilly. Zayn changed to set of grey sweats -he changed in their bathroom whilst she changed in their closet- before grabbing her by her waist and straight to the kitchen. She's tired of fighting his hand around her waist that she's now loving it so much for her own liking. Worst case, he's going back to work in two days and Nana isn't looking forward to that day. She likes his presence now, she's used to it.

"What should we eat?" Zayn mumbled, tightening his hold around her waist when she made an attempt to check the fridge. He mentally groaned, he likes her in his arms always.

"I just want to check the fridge, Mr possessive." She rolled her eyes but didn't move from his grasp.

"Whatever." He pursed his lips adorably before going to the coffee maker to make some for them.

"I'll toast the bread." She grumbled, squeezing herself from him and going to the toaster.

After having the bread with jam, nutella, butter and coffee, they both walk into their room and went into the bathroom to perform ablution. Not that they haven't prayed, they did both the prayers before eating and now it's just the one they started doing whenever they will go to sleep. Zayn groaned in annoyance when he was about to get a glimpse of her hair but she enshrouded it immediately before he could see.

"Read one of your poems for me. You're favorite." He grinned at her puzzled and surprised face but didn't say anything, already knowing the question that will be out now.

"How?" That's all she asked.

"I'm your husband, I know everything!" He egoistically wink at her which made Nana's inside mushy and blushy. This man will be the death of her and that's it.

"Whatever!" She mumbled, tucking herself in his arms which surprised him but nevertheless wrap his arms tightly around her, kissing the side of the forehead since she's facing away from him.

Nana's heart flutter again when his wet lips smashed itself to her forehead. The butterflies danced in her stomach, making her so bothered and need for more but suppressed and start with the poem;

"In the depths of ocean,
where everything defies the law of motion,
is where I have placed my emotions,
in hopes that the wave will carry it's commotion.

And now I am free from the ability to feel
From the ability to be hurt so deep
So I watch as the waves help me heal.

Because if I carried my emotions
I would simply breakdown
and to the depths of the sea I would drown."

She smiled even though she's not facing him, he could feel it. She's proud of what she created and have it memorised in her head. The poem is deep but very beautiful to his ears especially as she read it out majestically.

"Read more please." He dropped a kiss on her left cheek again, making her go beet red as she thank the God immensely for the dark room.

"Do you notice me?
All wrapped up.
Do you see?
How I hide away from this world.
Worshipping my Lord, key.

Will you underpin?
My great mystery.
Will you search for my beauty within?
Hidden deep deep in this curtain.
But you can't see.
You become anxious and uncertain!

Left to wonder.
As your eyes wander.
What is underneath?
Is she beautiful beneath?

But it's a shame on you.
That you can't love, what you can't see.
So let me be, lost in my veil.
For I was not created for men like you."

His heart flutter, his thought mindlessly going to the time where he saw her going to the Islamic school she teaches at with hijab and niqab. She looks very beautiful even with that. Yes, he stalked her even though she said she doesn't want to see him till their wedding day.

I pray there comes the time where I set my wings free.
And be the girl I always dreamt to be.
The girl who is free to express.
Roaming the streets in her full dress.
As others wonder at my beautiful process.
I dream of the day where heads turn and smile at me.

But I am stuck, in this society that has clipped my wings and controlled like a puppet on strings.
But I promises Ya Allah, one day, my wing will be set free.
And I will fly so high away from all the abuse.

"Wow, it's so beautiful! You'll read more for me insha'Allah. This will be my bedtime story in our case, bedtime poem." He mumbled gently, pressing her more into his chest.

They said their prayers and fell into abyss of dreamless slumber.

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Salam!
How are you all doing? Hope everything is good and perfect! So, as they were doing, this will open another new chapter o, wait for the lane. The poems are not mine, DM me if you want to know whose it is. New book alert!!!! 'UNCOUTHLY ATTACHED' is coming soon. Don't forget to VOTE COMMENT SHARE and TAG...
QOTD: What do you think about their father? About his mother? About Zayn's possessiveness? And, what do you think about the poems? What do you think about it all?

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Aishatu.⭐