Assalaamualikum Warahma at tullah wa barkatu!

I would like to apologise for the long wait.

But the reason is something I couldn't come out of easily.

May Allah accepts our I'badha and grant us peaceful death with I'man in our hearts and souls.
Ameen.

Quran, Surah Al-Ankabut, Ayat 57
"Every soul will taste of death. Then unto Us ye will be returned ".

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The Guidance .

Iqra's POV.

"Oh My Allah!, Iqra get up!!!!!,you are getting MARRIED!", someone's voice startled me in my sleep.

Opening my eyes I find none other than my Most Annoying Friend ARZOO.

"Arzoo, plz !!", I say covering my face with the blanket.

My eyes were still heavy with all the crying that I had last night with my family and My Creator -Allah.

Praying to Him that I do justice to this marriage.
Praying to Him so that I can fulfil my duties as a Wife and a Daughter in law.
Praying to Him to keep my Faith alive in life.
Praying to Him to make me worthy of my husband.
Praying to Him that no matter what the situation be and no matter with what test He test's our marriage, I should be able to fulfil the rights of my husband.
To Trust him
To Comfort him
To Stand with him even if the world is against him
To be able to give what he expects from this union
And .......
And to be able to Love him and this relationship.

I had prayed a lot.

My eyes closed and my heart repeated it's dua, my lips supporting it .

'Allaahummaj-al min azwaajinaa wa dhurriyyaatinaa qurrata a-ayunin waj-alnaa lil muttaqeena imaamaa'
(O Allah! grant me such spouse and offspring who become coolness of my eyes, and make me the best of the Allah's-Fearing)

I don't know why I prayed for my children , even though there is a lot at hand to be solved before we could get there, or maybe it's that what I think.

"Someone's even making dua in her sleep", this time it's Sameera.

I groaned in my sleep.

"Guys,plz for ur kind info I am already Married!",I say rolling to face the other side of my bed.

Friends, No, Best Friends.

Ah!!

"I know how to wake her up", Sadia said.

What?, a bucket full of water,will that be it?

And suddenly the whole room, no the whole house were filled with the lound sound of the Nasheed, 'Barak Allah'uma',of Maher Zain.

Allah!

I had started to irk it now.

It will,maybe the trillionth time that I would have been listening to it in the last few days,and not to forget the extra background voices of my friends that made it really unable to tolerate.

"OKAY I AM AWAKE", I shouted out my lungs.

If only it would have been a song,right now Arzoo would have been getting scoldings from my mum, but it's not!

Not to deny the wordings are truly touching.

I had truly Awe the lyrics when I first heard it in Aaeyma's wedding.

"From now you'll share all your chores
Through heart-ship to support each other
Together worshipping Allah
Seeking His pleasure

We pray that He will fill your life
With happiness and blessings
And grant you kids who make your home
Filled with laughter

Let's raise our hands and make Dua
Like the Prophet taught us
And with one voice
Let's all say, say, say

Barakallah hu lakuma wa baraka alikuma
Wa jamaah baina kuma fii khair.
{May Allah shower you with His blessings and may both of you live in harmony and in happiness.} ".

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Omar POV.

"O' Allah! I am completing half of my deen, so arrange for me my woman who willingly abstain from what is unlawful and who safeguards her soul for your sake and my sake and because of her, not only my means of sustenance will increase, but also make there be in it abundance and also make it sure that she will give me virtuous children, who will be my noble successor in my life and after my death. Ameen".

I repeated my dua in Sujudh like a hundredth time wanting to make sure Allah had answered it.

But Yes, Already Allah had answered.

I lifted my head from the Sujudh, and completed my Tahajudhh prayer.

I felt reliefed.

Sometimes it's talking to ALLAH that's what you all need.

I folded my prayer mat and decided to read Quran until Fajr.
I turned to find my mum looking at me with a smile.

"Oh!, Asalamualiakum", I say a bit surprised by the presence of mum at this hour.

"Walaikumasalam",she said with a smile.

"Did I scare you?, I knw I should have knocked but..."

"Ammi, you know, plz",I say in a pleading tone.

"But after tomorrow I think I would have to", she said winking.

"Ammi Plzzz!",my face turning slight red.
"And you know you wouldn't have to even after tomorrow, Iqra is not like that",I say keeping the mat in the drawer.

"Ahan!, so how is she then?"

"She is,as you know the most amazing wooo..", I stop, realising that I am talking to my mother and not to my friend.

"Okay,so the most amazing women you know",she say smiling widely.

"No the second most amazing women in my life as the first one will always be you",I say holding my mum's hand in mine.

She gave me a watery smile.

"I thought u would say the third most,considering ur m....", I stopped her.

"Ammi, anything that I can help you with",I say turning towards my walking closet to take out some clothes,I don't know why, maybe to escape from the intense air.

"Hmm, nothing that you can help me with,but I am here to offer my motherly advice to you", she say making herself comfortable on the new Sofa.

I smile.

The furniture, each and every piece here were in accordance to what Iqra's taste is like.

I hope she likes it.

I place myself beside her , holding her hand I say, "I knew Ammi you would come".

She smiles.

"And?"

"And, nothing. I know Omar, Allhamduillah you are very mature and know how to handle situations even in worse of state".

"If that's so, then you are the one to be thanked"

"Omar, Jazak Allahu khair, but I know you still are a man, this marriage will have its own ups and downs and sometimes it will be hard for you to cope up with the situations, but remember until a thing is tested, it can't be given the joy of eternity", she said placing a hand on my shoulder, her eyes shining with the experience of life called -Age.

"I know ammi".

If it's the eternity in Jannah with Iqra, then I am ready to go through any test, with the help of Allah.

In sha Allah.

"The girl coming into your life would be right now weaving thousand of dreams of future with you. I request you, never break them. She would be imagining a life full of love and support from her better half, who will help her complete half of her deen.
She would be praying for a husband that will encourage her, protect her and bliss her.
Omar, remember it's her who is leaving her parents, siblings, relatives and friends and all the other things that so far her life has been linked with,only to be with you, make it worthy enough for her.
Remember she is new here, she needs your support, encouragement and love to keep herself in her spirits.
Value her, tell her that you will love her,cherish her and will be there for her, always.
Treat her like a princess cause it will reflect my upbringing.
Always listen to her, give her time to build her trust in you.
Son, marriage is not about holding the hands of your partner in understanding, rather it's about not leaving it even when you are unable to understand ."
She said, her eyes ready to shed tears.

Tears.

I knew the reason behind them.
If only my dad understood this.

If only.

"Yes Ammi, In sha Allah!, I will.
Not to impress her or anything but only to make her realise that, the reason behind me treating her like a princess is just to prove that I have been brought up by a queen.", I say ,wiping off the tear from my mum's face.

"In sha Allah",she said placing a kiss on my forehead.

I smiled.

"Anything else ammi?, if not then I say you should better rest, tomorrow is a big day for you, It's your only Son's wedding!!",I say getting up and jumping in excitement.

Mind it, it was only to show my mom, inside I am total recked.
As if each and every nerve of my body is dripning nervousness instead of blood.

Allah!

I don't know why girls think that it's all Easy to Work For boys.

For Heavens sake we too are humans.

"Nothing else", she said getting up too.

"Yah!, actually I want to ask you a question",she said turning from the door to face me.

"Yes".

"Okay, would addition of Iqra means deletion of your mom?",she said making a pouting face.

I smiled to the fullest,I knew she is telling this to make me feel easy.

If she really would have felt like that she wouldn't have been the one to tell me how to treat her.

"Hmmm, what do you think?",I ask, grinning.

She laughed.

"No",she said with a smile that made my soul feel at peace.

"And yah,this is what Saimah gave me to give you", she said handing me a little envelope.

"Jazak Allah, what's inside?", I say, examining it.

"I don't know,she said this is what she wanted to tell her big bro but couldn't get enough courage, she asked me not to read it".

"Hmm".

Am I that unapproachable to my little sis.

Omar you seriously need to work on your relation with your little sis.

"And one more thing"

"Yes, ammi", I say keeping the envelope down on the drawer.

"Do you love Iqra?"

I didn't say anything.

Love.

I think that word is not enough for the feelings that Allah has put in my heart for her.

But if the world thinks that,that 'word' is the end of the level that a person can feel for someone , then I think it's
LOVE for me.

"I got my answer",my mum said, closing the door behind her.

I grab the envelope and open it.

My smile, extends to be the biggest that would be possible.

I turn to see the place that will unite us.

Our Room.

Iqra and Me.

In sha Allah!.

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Iqra's POV.

I was left alone in my room for 10 minutes before we head for the parlour, that Omar had choosen for me.

Omar and his Surprises.

I touched each and every corner with tears rolling down my cheeks as rain from clouds.

Silent yet continuous.

My mum's words echoing in my ears from our last night's conversation.

"Iqra, I feel so complete yet so sad.
Allah has blessed me, that I am able to see my daughter getting married, completing half of her deen.But my child, marriage is not easy, I wouldn't say that it isn't a bed of roses, yes!, In sha Allah it is, but remember Iqra, roses carries thorns with itself. To protect itself.
And so will this marriage carry it's hardships to make it a worthy while.
It's new life,my love, where we wouldn't be there to protect you ,guard you and love you.
There you have to strive to get them.
There you have to prove that you are worthy enough to be treated like a princess.
You would need to scarifise your sleep, ease and likings for their comfort and smilies.
Iqra we still are your parents and will remain even after death, this, still is your house , but that is your's even more.
Never neglect your responsibilities,never give them chance to complain.
Always remember love, now your husband is the most important part of your life.
Attend to his needs and comfort with gratitude and love.
Become their's so that they become your's.
Never reveal their secrets here nor our's there.
Respect your husband, hide his flaws within yourself and try to heal them without revealing.
Never let a misunderstanding building between you two because of his or your past.
Always remember things work out only if we want and try them to.
Stand with your husband in his good and bad times, let him feel comfort from your company.
Remember once a thing said or done can't be undone, what you give will come back to you.
And the most important, help him complete his half deen, hold on to the rope to Allah tightly, if you see Omar losing it, be with him in tightening his connection with Allah.
And Always remember what Rasulallah Sallalahu AlaihiWasallam said, 'If Allah would have allowed a Sujudh other than to Him, he would have order the wife's to prostrate to their husband's'.
Remember such is the status of a husband in a women's life.
May Allah bless your marriage with oneness and love, Ameen", and mum had kissed me on my forehead and had hugged me, tears flowing down her eyes."

"Aapi, are you done?", Zara said knocking on the door, entering the room.

I quickly wiped off my tears and turned to face her, "Hmm", I said with a smile.

The moment our eyes met, Zara let it out, the heaviness that she had hide from us.

Her tears.

I hugged her, whilst she cried to her heart's content.

"Shhsss, Baby, I still will be your sister!", I say running my hands on back, up and down.

"Aapi", she said in between her cries.

"Zarooo, baby you need to be happy, weren't you excited about my wedding and the fact that every one in the ball room would be noticing only you as the prettier one than the bride?",I say breaking our hug, placing my hands on her shoulders and giving her a smile.

"I won't Appi, you are the prettiest of all!, Ma sha Allah",she said wiping my tears.

"Awee, buttering haan,what is that my sis wants?"

"Your happiness"

That answer made my heart to race.

Will I be happy?

I know Omar is trying his best, but nothing works out if only one person is making all the efforts, it must and always has to be from both the sides.

I am sure about Omar's.

But me?

"In sha Allah",I say,pulling her cheeks.

"In sha Allah",she say doing the same.

That's is what we do. Our way of sealing promises , to work on the things with our best.

"Can we join?", came Maaz's voice from the door.

"No!",zara said hugging me.

"As if you are obeyed!",he said rushing towards me and hugging me from my back.

"Where will I fit?", came Hamza's voice, with a smile and tears in his eyes.

"Bhai!",I say breaking the hug to hug him.

The other two joined me and we had a sibling hug.

Made out of selfless love for each other.

"Okay now we need to leave, Zara mum is calling you and Maaz go check with the driver if all of Iqra's things are at her home yet",Hamza said.

"Yes, bhai",both of them said in unison,as they exited the room.

I could feel that he wanted to talk to me.

Just then abu came inside the room with his face sore with the salt that tears carry.

"Asalamualiakum", he said placing a hand on hy head and a tear went down his eye.

"Walaikumasalam",I replied and wiped of his tear.

He gave me a smile.

"No advices from me, I know your mom have given you enough last night ", he said.

"Hmm",I said giving him a full smile.

"Abu Plz to the point " Hamza said with a voice that I didn't like.
Because of the amount of seriousness it contained.

"Hamza", Abu said.

"Okay!", Hamza replied with a sigh.

"Iqra, listen to me carefully, okay?", Abu asked looking in my eyes, his hands on my shoulder.

"Hmm", I say.

"He called your brother last night. Iqra he wants your forgiveness. He is sorry for what he did."

I couldn't register what my dad said.

He?

He!!!

No!

"Rayan?",I asked, wishing it shouldn't be him.

"Yah!,that son...",Hamza replied but my dad stopped him from completing his words.

"Yes,Iqra. Rayan",my dad confirmed.

"Why?, why now?",I say breaking.

"Shhsss, my child. No need to cry,it's all over. Allhamduillah you are married now and In sha Allah in few hours you will be starting a new life, In sha Allah, a very happy one.",my dad said, while Hamza hugged me ,my head colliding with his stomach.

I laughed and looked up to face Hamza from where I am siting.

"Dad, I told u!, we shouldn't have told Iqra, for heaves sake it's her bidaai ", Hamza said clenching his hands.

"Exactly Hamza! , it's her Bidaai!,
That's why I want her to leave all her worries, mistakes and pain here so that she can start fresh with Omar.
She needs to clear her mind from the memories of the past, so that she can build new ones with Omar.
And even it would be wrong with Omar.
Wallahi {swear to Allah}, that boy is trying hard, I can see that!, I am so happy to realise this.",he said it out, soft yet impacicating.

I don't know why, but I felt happy.

After hearing dad, happy to imagine my life with Omar.

In sha Allah.

"Iqra, it's on you, but remember my child,Allah love's the one who forgives and Allah is the best of forgivers."

Hamza and Abu both looked at me with patience.

"For the sake of Allah, who loves the forgivers and for the sake my peace and Omar's, I forgive him Abu, I forgive him.",I say hugging my dad, joined by Hamza.

I felt reliefed rush through my soul.

I felt a burden lifted off my existence.

I felt easy at my heart.

I felt Allah answering to my prayers.

And Surely Allah Answer's to Prayer Of His Each and Every Believer.

Allah is All Seeing and All Hearing.

"Allah'u Sami'ul Aleem".

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Jazak Allahu khair! ❤

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A/N :
1. The Nasheed Quoted here is not the full one.

2. The Hadeeth reported here is ture.
Anyone can go and check on Google for confirmation.

If anyone need the URL can msg me.

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