Ilhaam's POV:

The thing I came clear with in these years was EQUALITY. Equality between Allah's creation. Maybe he has tested me, but there will be Musawat (equality) on the day of judgement. He doesn't let us down. And we shouldn't let him down. Maybe he wanted me to reach a level of patience, a level of deeds or maybe he wanted to cut off my sins by testing me. Whatever it was, I pray every time that the Almighty forgives me for my past sins.

Another thing because of which, I named my story Musawat was, after every hardship there is ease. And it is true for everyone. Which is also a kind of equality. Equality from our Creator. He tests. He rewards. He gives. He blesses. For Allah we live and to him we return, for another round of Musawat after which we will be provided either Paradise or hell according to our deeds. Equality of judging everyone, on the day of judgement.

Blessings! One...Patience. There was a time when I would curse myself for not having anyone to rely on, to cherish, to spoil, to love...but only I know how much I regret it, regret being ungrateful. Because after knowing the reward of patience, I wished for my Allah to test me again and I will be patient through that test.

Two...Azferene. She showed me the right path. I was lost. Lost in my own world, without knowing what I was missing. Although I met her through Safdar, she is one of the most precious things that happened to me.

Three...Safdar. I didn't have parents from as far as I remembered. Neither sister nor any friends. I met him. And he disappeared. Disappeared after opening gates to my heavens. My parents. I met Azferene through him. Khalid and Gulabo became my friends because of him. And I walked on the path of Allah because of him. His love, inclination towards his religion, always had me itching everywhere. Leaving me restless. So even though he thinks that Azferene was my way towards Allah I won't tell him ever. Now why would I boost his already boosted attitude. As if!

Four...Mama-Baba. The two most important words, yet foreign to me for more than two decades. I love them so much that I don't even have words to describe it. I just know, Jannah lies in the feet of my mother and my father was a gate to it.

Five...the tiny little thing nourishing in my body. Yup! I am 8 months pregnant with mine and Safdar's second child. My first born, Abdul Haalim Safdar Hamdani...yup I went for that name, you should have seen Haroon's face! It was hilarious. He is almost three years old. His birthday was coming this week...and that means a celebration. He was spoiled would be an understatement. He had everyone wrapped around his tiny finger. I can't even imagine what they would do with the second one. It would be worse if she will be a girl. My family loves girls! To another level.

Alhumdulillah...life has been good. I am no more nameless Ilhaam. I am Ilhaam Hamdani. Proud daughter of Mr. Wajahat and beautiful wife of Safdar Hamdani. A sister of a pretty soul and a mother to a sweetheart. It would be less no matter how much I thank Allah. I didn't ever wish for happily ever after, I just wanted a happy ending. But as we all know, we can't ever predict Allah's plan. He is the writer of our story. How can he differentiate between our happiness? Doesn't he give us what we deserve? Or even more than that?

We just have to do what Allah has sent us on Earth to do. Your problems, anxiety, depression, stress? Name anything, Allah had it planned you out of it. Trust Allah.

Isn't this something too where Musawat applies? The equality of giving what we deserve on the basis of our deeds?

May Allah bestow his blessings on us and protect us from unseen. May he forgive us for our past sins and bless us enough to walk on the right path.

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"What are you doing?" He asked her, laying his head on her lap, when she instantly shut down her laptop.

"Nothing." Laying her head on the closed laptop she turned her head towards him making him groan.

"When will this story of yours end?"

"Already done! But you can't read it now."

"Why Ilhaam?"

"Because Azferene deserves to read it first. And if she is comfortable then only you can read it, otherwise only half of it." Getting up she tied her hairs in a messy bun.

"This is not fair you know!" Safdar said, turning on his back but she didn't pay any heed.

"Ugghhh! Ilhaam! Come here…" he gestured towards his open arms and she immediately complied, going into his embrace as he engulfed his arms around her.

"You and your logic!" Kissing her forehead, he mumbled making her smile.

"You and your annoyance!" She mimicked his tone.

"You and your round body!" He uttered without thinking and next second kept his hand on his mouth at his own audacity.

"You didn't!" Her blazing eyes were enough proof of his coming doom.

"Ugh!" He scratched his head nervously. "Umm...I was just joking you know…" but he was cut off with Haalim's teddy bear directly hitting his face, then another, and another and another. That little boy's love for soft toys was coming in handy for his pregnant mother.

"How dare you? Huh?" Taking a cushion, she repeatedly hit him with it while he shrieked like she was hitting him with a stick. It was just in an instant, that she lost her balance and was about to fall when Safdar held her tightly.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" She was immediately in his arms with her own wildly beating heart contemplating what ifs. She should have been careful, she thought as tears gathered in her eyes and she hiccuped.

"Sshh. It's ok. I got you. I will always get you, Ilhaam. You are safe." Whispering sweet nothings in her ear, he made her sit down and handed her a glass of water.

"I am sorry." They both were sitting in silence in the aftermath of the situation when she said that.

"It wasn't your fault. I should have been careful too." Smiling, he gathered her in his arms. "Although you have become round, I still love you more than before." She smacked his chest making a chuckle erupt from him as she snuggled more into his warm embrace.

Did she ever think that she would be writing a story? That too, her's and Azferene's? No. But she did. And she was happy about it. Happy to find a new passion within herself. Happy to get a husband, who encouraged her to go on with it, who respected her privacy and gave her time to write, who was with her at every up and down of their lives.

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"MAMAA SHE IS ON MY SIDE AGAIN!"

"No Mama...he is exa...exagg...exaggerating again."

"Roohan!" Knowing him crystal clear as a mother should, she eyes him warningly.

"Mama, you always take her side. This is not fair. Okay? Baba also took her side." Huffing he pushed his little sister's hand away from the cushion they were sitting on the couch, which was divided equally from the middle with the cushions.

Getting ignored by his own parents wasn't something his six years old brain could take easily.

"She is your little sister Roohan. Do you want us to ignore her? Okay then! We will give her to Haalim...he seems to be more interested in Hoorain than you. Right Hoorian?" She was busy cutting vegetables in the living room because her children were not so trustable to leave alone at the moment.

"Haaawwe! Mamaa! She is your daughter! How can you just give it to him? And that too Haalim? He doesn't even know how to eat. He eats with Aani's hands."

"He is not even three Roohan!"

"So what Mama? He is not capable enough to take care of Hoorain." He huffed cutely, turning his attention towards the Tom and Jerry playing on Television, glancing at Hoorain through his periphery.

"Ok fine! I am sorry." And Hoorian being Hoorain, went in her brother's arms goofily like always.

Azferene just shook her head at her children when the doorbell rang and both of them ran towards it excitedly shouting for their favourite person.

"BAabaaaaa…." Hoorain was the first one to jump in Haroon's arms greeting him with salam.

"How is Baba's princess?" He asked, kissing his forehead.

"Ex...exce...excellent." Hoorain was too keen to learn every new hard word.

"Baba ask your prince too." Roohan shrieked looking up at him and pointing towards himself, making him laugh.

"How are you my prince?" Putting Hoorian down, he picked up Roohan.

"Not good. Your Queen was saying, Give Hoorain to Haalim." He pouted, making him laugh.

"Is that so?" He narrowed his eyes towards the kitchen where he assumed she went after he entered. Smile made its way towards his lips thinking about the reason.

"You two sit here. I will take her class and come. How dare she say something like that?" The sibling duo laughed excitedly seeing him going towards the kitchen.

"Uhm." He faked and cleared his throat to gain her attention. "Why is my Queen upset?"

"Ask yourself." She snapped, making him smile.

"Umm...I don't see a reason." Keeping his forefinger under his chin he acted as if thinking.

"Ohh! You really are testing my patience Mr. Yazdani."

"You seem to do the same thing Mrs. Yazdani."

"Oh really? And who deserves it?"

"Of course. Me!"

"Good to know."

"Ok. I am sorry."

"It had been a week and I didn't even get a hug."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Of course mine."

"Stop with this not so of course attitude of yours."

"Stop with this not so angry behaviour of yours. I know you missed me." He finally hugged her from behind, inhaling her fragrance, taking a breath of peace. The only thing he wasn't able to identify until he met her.

"You are so bad." She turned around doing the same thing, he did just a second ago.

"You know how it gets on these trips, right?"

"I know. Because it is not the first time and probably not the last." He laughed at her obvious taunt.

"I will take you next time."

"Enough now. Children will come to see what is taking you so long."

"Don't worry. They don't miss me as much as you do." Placing a kiss on her forehead he moved away while she started telling him what happened when he was away on a business trip.

"Go and meet Ammi and Baba after freshening up. I will set the table meanwhile."

"Yeah. And invite Aqib and Zaid's family for dinner tomorrow. It has been a while since we sat together." Stretching himself he suggested earning a nod from her.

"Thinking of which, children missed you. Meet them today itself." She said referring to the two other portions of the house where now Aqib and Zaid's family lived respectively.

"Ah! I missed them too. ROOHAN! HOORAIN! Come we will got to Uncle's place." He was already out shouting for them.

"Get yourself cleaned first." Azferene shouted from the kitchen itself but to no avail they were already out the connected door with Hoorain sitting on Haroon's shoulder while Roohan jumped in happiness running side by side. Life was good.

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After 6 months...

Sameer's POV:

                   Don't wonder who I am and why I am introducing myself at the end of the book? That's because I came just a few months ago. My Mama couldn't publish this book earlier because I couldn't wait to make my entry in this world. 

Well, I am not bragging here, but I made everyone happy around me. Baba couldn't wait to come back home just to play with me. Lim Bhai pretends to hate me but I know he doesn't. Same goes for Han Bhai. Hoor aapi is different though, she loves me more than both of them.

Aani is a sweetheart though, she couldn't stop kissing me making me giggle. I still remember how she broke down in happiness when my Mama gave her this book to read. She didn't even take a blink before permitting to go with publication. Baba was so happy because he got to read something written by Mama that he finished reading it aloud to me in just a night. Although I didn't listen to most of it. Don't blame me, ok? I was tired. Being a baby isn't easy*Sigh*

Tomorrow is my half birthday and I wonder what they all have in store for me? I hope they bring dinosaurs. I love them. Huuh! I am tired again *yawning*. I am hungry too. Well it's 3 AM, time to wake up my Mama. 

Ba...bye...I hope you like this book. 

*Waaaahhhh….waaaaaahhhhh...waah..waaaahhhh…*

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