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"A women's true beauty is in her heart, her Iman, her taqwa and her love for the deen. So few men understand this but even fewer women do."

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Writing writing writing.

A hijabi was sitting amidst  all non hijabis and striving hard to soon finish off her paper before the end of her exam. She glanced around to search for the examiner and her light brown eyes met with a stubborn gaze looking her way. The gaze piercing her soul with hate made her uncomfortable and this little exchange took her to the memories of past. She had fought with all her power to go against the teacher, who stood there, when he took every step to abandon the idea of hijab.

"You are here to study miss. Rida Rahman and not to promote your religious culture. There's no need to wear this weird thing when you are here to study." He snapped at her when she entered her class on the first day.
She felt embarrassed with the idea of being pointed out in a crowd and resisted the urge to run away from all the intense gaze, that fell on her in those couple of moment. She raised her head to look for a soul mate in that particular crowd and to her dismay, she found none. The idea of uncovering in front of her non mahrams was all that she needed, and as she closed her eyes thinking about her hairs dryly flying in front of them, her eyes flew open with a spark, which would not hesitate for a war with anyone who would come in between her and the creator.

"Sir I am not here to show off, I am indeed here to study keeping my religion culture with me unlike others." she spoke softly as she could, then she looked up and gazed the crowd with that line and continued saying "Indeed I cover my head, but I do not cover my brains so I don't think there would be any problem whilst I study." she declared and after analysing through the crowd sat beside a girl who looked descent unlike others.

"An hour left." said the examiner gazing his watch which snapped Rida out from her past collisions. And the fact that only an hour was left, which means she had only half an hour left to complete her exam, her heart beat escalated as if the world would come to an end if she wouldn't finish on time. She guzzled down some water from her bottle as her throat went dry with the thought of being late.

"Sir, an answer sheet." she raised her left hand and with her right, she was still busy writing until she felt a figure coming to her side and flapping a sheet over her desk.

And after that day she had fought with him, or every other teacher for her hijab. It wasn't easy for her to Grapple with stubborn people but they forgot that she was on war for the sake of her lord, the most Subtle, the most High.

She dismissed her thoughts and concentrated on her writing coz she had limited time to complete unlike others. After half an hour she was done with the exam and she turned her pages just to make sure that everything was at place. She was relaxed and nothing could make her happy than completing her exam at this speed because it was for Allah's sake. As she was going through her paper, she discovered something which made her sweat hastily. The solution was wrong, it took her twenty minutes to solve it and there was no way she had time to do it all over again.

It isn't all wrong, at least the examiner would give me half marks for this.
She thought to herself and shrugged the idea of correcting it. No wonder this exam was important but the thing she had to do was even more more important than this. She shrugged her thoughts and decided to follow through the path, which her heart treads. After grabbing the niqab kept beside her, she tied it in a hurry and after packing her things she wore her gloves which made her feel like a queen. Yeah people thought she was being oppressed but they didn't know she would be oppressed when some people around her, wouldn't allow her to practise her hijab. She rose from her place declaring to the examiner that she had finished her exam and handing over the sheet to him. The other people gasped and looked at her in astonishment while she smirked under her niqab because she didn't had to bear those intense gaze of everyone. Her niqab made her feel protected just like a baby is wrapped around protectively and held by her mother against all the evil eye.

She gazed at the last bench and found her hijabi friend looking at her and both waved their good bye. It was the same girl which she chose to sit with on the first day. Sidra Fatima was her name and she confessed that she is a hijabi too but the college campus didn't allowed her. Rida felt a sigh of relief to discover someone who would walk with her on the same lane and from then, both the friends were together on the war for their rights. They had protested all along for their hijab, by convincing their dean and just for the record, it wasn't as easy as it looked.

Coming back to the reality Rida briskly walked out of the class and reached the parking lot as quick as possible. After starting her scooty she rode off from the college campus towards her goal. Her gaze was continuously dropping on her watch at different intervals of time. She gained up a speed beyond her dad had set up and when it hit her, she loosened the accelerator for a little while thinking about what her dad has said. 'if you die while you are beyond speed limit, then it would be considered as a suicide.' A smile quivered her lips when she realised that even though she was doing for the sake of Allah, it was better to be safe without hastening. As she parked her scooty, she checked her watch and a sigh of relaxation escaped her lips.

She ranged the door bell as quick as she could and no one answered. She tried the second time and there the door was open with a tall figure standing on the way. He intensely looked at her as he was trying to figure out who was the lady in niqab and when she muttered a salam, he replied and quickly averted his gaze even though she was all covered. He excused himself from her way and closed the door behind him shrugging the smile which were quivering his lips. He couldn't stop his lips from smiling on her arrival but then decided to continue his work shrugging off his feelings. He turned back to find little nephew in the arms of Rida who was about to leave the room pecking his cheek from under the niqab.

"Ibrahim come back, we have our game paused." Abdullah uttered throwing glances at him.

"No chachu." he protested back and after a while he came back after she whispered something into his ears.

So she has the magic to control kids. Abdullah thought scratching his head with a smirk and resumed his game.

Rida made her way to a room which was situated upstairs and as she entered, she greeted and tossed her gloves and niqab on the bed waiting her breath to get even.

Shirana greeted back and after settling a smile on her face for Shirana, she barged in the washroom, not forgetting to read her dua before entering, coz she knew the danger waiting inside.
It was narrated from Zayd ibn Arqam (may Allaah be pleased with him) that the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “These toilets are haunted (inhabited by devils), so when anyone of you goes to the toilet let him say, ‘A’oodhu Billaahi min al-khubthi wa’l-khabaa’ith (I seek refuge in Allah  from male and female devils).” Narrated by Abu Dawood, 6; classed as saheeh by al-Albaani in Saheeh Abi Dawood. 

Alhamdulillah it was her last exam and it was her routine from the day when her Exams started, to visit this family, because they were situated comparatively nearer from her college than her residence. If she would choose to directly drive to her home then she would most probably miss her Salah, which was most dearer to her. She had a dream last night that she will miss her asr Salah today and that's what haunted her all day but nevertheless she was on time.

After offering her Salah, she stood up and took little Yusuf in her arms. He tried to pull down her hijab and she in turn pecked which made the little one giggle.

"He has turned so naughty." Shirana spoke as she came in with a glass of water and some cookies.

"And cute too."

"Allahumma barik laha." Rida quickly added after calling him cute coz she was aware of the evil eye that could harm him.

"Today was your last exam so stay for a little while." said shirana after transferring Yusuf in her arms.

"I gotta leave early or else I won't get maghrib on time and leaving after Maghrib isn't a good idea, you know ammi." Rida answered throwing her hands in air to which Shirana gave a half laugh.

"How is your sister doing? And her naughty children? Haven't talked to her since ages. These kids keeps me busy all day and so does her's I suppose." Shirana muttered as Rida tied her niqab.

"Hana appi is doing good alhamdulillah. Its been a week, I couldn't talked to her either, since I had exams. Last night ammi was talking to appi and she told me that asmah (hana's daughter) has turned so naughty. While Appi was away from the kitchen, asmah decided to play with eggs thinking it was some kinda ball. And after bursting out all the eggs she called appi complaining about the bad quality ball." Rida said face palming her self and both the females threw their head back laughing.

Soon they exited the room and walked down as Rida had to leave and reached the last room where the two naughtiest boys of the family were playing their so called games.

"I forgot to ask, how was the exam?"Shirana questioned.

"Umm it was not so okay." Rida answered with dull tone.

"Why?"

"Coz I found out I did a question wrong and then didn't have time to correct it as I was late for asr Salah." Rida responded with a sigh which made her feel guilty. When we don't study hard and a question goes wrong, it doesn't affects us much. But when we had put all the strength in it and even one mark question goes wrong, it feels worse than ever.

"O girl you could have corrected it as the time of asr is still on." Shirana spoke with a mixture of sadness and a sigh.

"Actually I was afraid that I will miss my Salah as I had a dream last night that I missed it already. I thought to stay along and correct it but then shrugged off the thought because if I failed in the exams of this world I could still rewrite it but failing in the exam of Allah by missing my Salah would cost me a lot of burden and I wouldn't be sent back either to re give it. So I chose my resurrection exam over the worldly one." Rida expounded proudly and according to her she did the right thing without any doubt. When a girl speaks about her religion, she's a girl in love.

Someone sitting on the couch whose eyes were fixed on the game, flickered along the way to the niqabi girl standing to leave soon, who was talking to his bhabhi. Her lines made his heart relinquish for a while and he couldn't resist the urge to look her way for a couple of minutes before he fell back to reality.

Haram. Haram.

"yay I won this time." little Ibrahim fist bumped in the air several times and took rounds and rounds of the room in happiness as if there was no tomorrow.

A girl can make you go from a winner to a looser. Just one glance at her and you are dead. Who said behind every successful man there is a woman?
Abdullah thought to himself while face Palming.

"I'll show you who is the winner." Abdullah said while rushing towards Ibrahim and making him lie down, tickling the little one all around his sides which made him laugh while the other two females standing at the other end giggled at their gestures.

Rida left soon and her happiness was on ninth cloud would be an understatement not because today was her last exam but because very soon she would be served as halal to him, whom she has dreamt all her life not including an atoms weight of haram in it.

She pressed the break lightly to slow down her speed as she saw some hijabis walking past the road and as she crossed them, she bid a salam to them, initiating the angel on the right side of her shoulder to jot down a good deed against her.

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) made spreading salaam a part of faith. Al-Bukhaari (12, 28 and 6236), Muslim (39), Ahmad (2/169), Abu Dawood (5494), al-Nisaa’i, (8/107) and Ibn Hibbaan (505) narrated from ‘Abd-Allaah ibn ‘Umar that a man asked the Messenger of Allaah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him): “What is the best thing in Islam?” He said, “Feeding others and giving the greeting of salaam to those whom you know and those whom you do not know.”

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Phew!
Assalamu alaikum. Never thought I would start writing again so soon :p I was hell bored of not writing and felt like my writing skills were perishing so I ended up writing this, hope it hasn't turned terrible ;)