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"When someone helps you and they are struggling too, that's not help that's love."

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Autumn was in its full swing as Nikita walked down in her garden full of leaves scattered on the grass. Some leaves crunched as she crushed and walked past them. The dried leaves were parable to those who left this earth in their old age, the yellow ones were compared to those who couldn't touch their old age while the young green leaves were those little children who were called back at the age of their innocence. Alas! Death was the reality of life which no one could turn around or pass on to another, it cannot be delayed or stopped for a certain period of time, it will wrap you around and take you back to your creator at the time destined.

Nikita's thought wandered around Ayesha who was here just to fight back her mild depression which was starting to capture her into the darkness. Instead of holding back from Ayesha, Nikita had finally decided to be with her and pull her out of the deep roots that had caught her taking her into its darkness.

Two days before Ayesha had sneaked into her home with a sweet dish which she had baked. Nikita was amused with the way she had tried to avoid awkwardness in the air and still say sorry without even uttering the word itself. She had laughed hysterically at her with the way she had acted, throwing tantrums like a child when he needs something. Nikita usually didn't have such friends but she liked something about Ayesha.

As Nikita moved forward she saw Ayesha struggling with a boy child who looked to be six or seven years of age. He was throwing himself on the ground while Ayesha was trying to clutch him but failed to do so. Nikita ran towards them as she knew what were the symptoms of.

"Autism?"

"Yeah. Please help me with him. He isn't really cooperating." Ayesha sighed.

Nikita dropped herself at his side and held his hand at once, giving comfort to his hairs with the other hand.

"Breathe in, breathe out." she said but the little bundle couldn't follow her.

"Ayesha just remove my scarf." said Nikita as she was still catching him calmly and he refused to understand.

As Ayesha removed her scarf, Nikita asked the boy to look at her and showed him the process of breathing. She continuously talked to the boy and after a while the little one calmed down, giving the girls a sigh of relief.

"Who is he?" turned Nikita to face Ayesha as she made sure that the kid was sleeping peacefully.

"He's Saif, my husband's friend's son. He is a surgeon and had to leave Saif here because he would be busy today and would not be able to look after Saif."

"What about his mother?"

"His mother died while conceiving him and his father brought him up all these years."

"Ohh okay. Is he under medication?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm okay." Sighed Nikita as her question session was over.

"By the way, how did you handle him so easily? I was trying to do but couldn't handle his autistic meltdown." Asked Ayesha as she closed the door behind.

"Umm autistic children are so special. Whenever I find someone who stands alone in a population, I feel myself in them. They're struggling which the society hasn't gone through. Honestly no one can understand the other until they step in their shoes, it's only and only the one who is suffering knows the pain. Anyways I could handle him because I am a therapist by profession and I get to deal with many children like this." answered Nikita as they closed the door behind leaving the two kids to sleep.

"Ohh that sounds interesting."

"Yeah."

"Come let's make something for the kids until Khadija comes back and the others wake up." Ayesha said as they walked down the kitchen.

"Sure why not. By the way I liked that sweet dish which you had brought it for me two days before. I like cooking but I guess you are better than me." Nikita complimented Ayesha and Ayesha threw her head back laughing for a minute making Nikita confused.

"What?" Nikita wriggled her eyebrows.

"I am really a bad cook although I manage to cook for my family." Ayesha stopped midway to reply her and then continued smiling at it.

"No but that was really a good one." Nikita protested.

"That was baked by my husband." Ayesha said as she sliced some tomatoes.

"Really? Your husband cooks?" Nikita asked with bulging eyes, not blinking it once.

"Yeah, he likes cooking so I asked him to make something for my friend. Simple."

"That's so cool. Growing up I haven't heard any of my friends talk about their fathers or brothers or husbands cooking. It's always the females who are responsible for the household works even though they are earning." commented Nikita.

"But in our Islam, it's not like that. It is always recommended for the males to help out the females with their household chores or at least carry out their works by their own hands. Our Prophet (sallallahu alaihi wasallam) has set examples for us. You know who is the best man in our Islam?"

"Nope."

"The best man is the one who is best to his wife. So Ahmad has always tried to help me with household chores." Ayesha conveyed.

"That's cool."

"Hey Nik pass me that spoon." requested Ayesha and as she realised she giggled saying "Astagfirullah your name felt so haram. Nik." and then chuckled.

"Oh my God that felt so boyish types. No one ever called me Nik, I was always referred as Niki." She vocalised.

"So I'll call you Niki from now on."

"Nah call me Nik. I like the way you feel haram." Nikita said with a chuckle and the afternoon was spent in a delight by the two with the little ones.

The clock soon moved to the seventh number and Saif was handed over to his dad Danish while Ahmad came home tiredly asking Ayesha for some food because the rats in his stomach were making weird sounds while jumping.

"You've improved." Declared Ahmad as he took a bite of sandwich which Ayesha had made.

"Really?" she pouted.

"Yeah."

"I was thinking something." Ayesha said thoughtfully.

"I've told you hundred times, don't think. It's not good for your knees." cracked Ahmad to which Ayesha gave a forced toothy grin.

"I was thinking that why a man's heart is through his stomach? I mean stomach is upside down then why do we go reverse? A man's heart should be reached through his tongue, you know taste matters more." said Ayesha and Ahmad smiled at her.

"I think the phrase should be 'A man's heart is reached through the love of Allah, the more you take him towards his Lord, the more he'll fall in love with you."

"And vice versa." said Ayesha as he stood up to wash his hands.

"Accha tell me why is your friend Danish not marrying? I mean Saif really needs a mother to look after him. Today he had a meltdown and I couldn't handle him. Thanks to Nikita who was here at the right time." Ayesha said as they stood facing each other and Ahmad wiped his hand with a towel.

"He says that he cannot trust anyone so easily with Saif. You know how step mothers sometimes end up, neglecting their step children while Saif needs the most attention. He trusts me a lot and so he left Saif with you or else he wouldn't have any option but to cancel the surgery." Informed Ahmad.

"Ohh is it that hard to find a good wife?" Ayesha said thoughtfully.

"Yeah of course. It's so so so much important to have a good wife. Our entire peace of life depends upon her. If the women is peaceful, the life is good. And you know which type of women is the best?" Asked Ahmad as an amused smile played on his lips.

"Which?"

"When you look at her you feel happiness." Answered Ahmad as he pulled her by her waist closing the gap between them.

“The Prophet Muhammad ﷺ was asked “Which (type of) woman is the best?” He replied “When you look at her, you feel happiness. [Hadith-Sunan An-Nasa’i.] ”

"And you know which type of men is the best?"

"Which?" Ahmad scratched his head with a smirk.

Ting tong. The door bell sounded.

They pulled off as Ahmad sighed while hopping towards the main door while Ayesha dismissed herself to clean the drawing room which was a bit messy. The Desi households had their own traits, they would run around like a ninja as soon as they would hear the doorbell ringing, sensing the guests to come over.

"Phuphi." A known voice came into existence as Ayesha cleaned the room.

"Fatima?" Ahmish's daughter came running towards Ayesha and she hugged her tightly.

Just then a head popped up from the entrance with a greet and Ayesha couldn't hold but run towards him.

"Abdullah. How did you people come here?"

"Umm by train."

"I know that idiot." Ayesha snapped.

After a while Shirana, Ahmish with his other two kids, Ayesha's mother and Ahmad with loads of bag entered the room with the greetings. Ayesha was overwhelmed with their surprise. It couldn't have been a better one after all she missed them and they missed her.

"And the driver thought we were fools but thanks to Google, we weren't one." Ahmish's said as everyone laughed sitting around in the drawing room after being comfortable.

"Yeah he thought we were new in the city so why not fool them by taking rounds and rounds of the same street but we were way clever than he thought us to be." Abdullah said as he chewed a flake of chips.

"But you should have informed us, Ahmad would have picked you all." said Ayesha handing over a glass of water to her mother.

"We could have missed that surprised smile of your face then." answerd Shirana by squeezing Ayesha's hand.

After dinner, everyone went to bed as they were tired because of traveling while Ayesha stood in the kitchen to wash some utensils left from the Dinner. Her phone beeped and she wiped her hands to answer the question which was sent in the group.

The new Queen of the group is sidra_khan

The mother of our Prophet (sallallahu alaihi wasallam) died in Abwa.

Q) What were the three things given to our Prophet in the ascension of the miraculous journey of Al isra Al miraj?

Ayesha answered and resumed her work after keeping her mobile aside.

"What are you doing this late?" Ahmad popped up to sit along the marble of the kitchen adjacent to the sink where Ayesha was washing her dishes.

"I am dancing here." said Ayesha rolling her eyes.

"Really? I want to dance too." said Ahmad as he jumped down and took Ayesha's hand and rolled her.

"Ahmad let me do the work." she hushed him leaving his hand.

"We can do this later, for now your time is mine. We've left some conversation in between." stated Ahmad as he pulled her towards their room.

Narrated Taiq ibn Ali:
Allah’s Messenger (Pbuh) said, ” When a man calls his wife to satisfy his desire she must go to him even if she is occupied at the oven.” (Al Tirmidhi Hadith No. 1160 & Ibn Ma’jah Hadith No. 4165)