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"People should fall in love with their eyes closed."

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Going through those little clothes was indeed strenuous. Those hopes, those dreams and those small happiness which brought big smiles were smashed leaving behind Ayesha's detrimental mind. Mostly depression was being looked as if it was just a disease but actually it is a disease which eats you from inside. Depression leaves behind nothing but a lost mind and soul and loosing ones soul in depression is like loosing oneself admist the black hole. It won't leave you until it sucks each particle of you and never return you back again to your own selves except changing you.

Depression isn't in our hands but in Allah's. Allah gives us a new hope or life, he tells us that no matter how much you have been afflicted in this world, you'll be honoured in the next if you remain on the straight path. Allah tells us that this world is not the dwelling place but it is the hereafter which will never end. Allah tells is that he would never let the believers deeds go in vain because he will give them the reward of the good, even if it be a weight of an atom. And then Allah tells us that he tests only those whom he loves.

The prophet (pbuh) said "The people who were not tested in this dunya will wish their skins were cut up when they see the rewards for those who were tested"

[Sahih Al Jami, 5484].

Ayesha sat there rearranging the cupboard when she came across the little outfits of the one who was in a better place, the clothes which Ahmad had brought and suprised her. She recalled the hadith which Ahmad had narrated her in one of those earlier days when they had lost their munchkin.

"The Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) said, “The miscarried fetus will plead with his Lord if his parents are admitted to Hell. It will be said: “O fetus who pleads with your Lord! Admit your parents to Paradise.” So he will drag them out with his umbilical cord until he admits them to Paradise.’” [Sunan Ibn Majah]

"Are you crying?" Nikita asked as she came in and saw Ayesha with a cloth of a baby.

"No I am just growing through my hardships." said Ayesha as she wiped up a tear which had escaped unwillingly.

"I am glad." said Nikita as she sat beside her while picking up a cloth and folding it neatly.

"You know what gives me strength?"

"What?"

"My Lord Allah. He enlighten us every time we are sad, he enlighten us every time we are caught up with a wrong path. We Muslins aren't alone, there's always the words of our lord which never leaves us in solitude." said Ayesha and Nikita felt good to hear her speak positively about her life.

"Where are the kids by the way?" asked Nikita and saw Ayesha's face colour turning pale.

"Oh my Allah I just didn't check them from some time and they didn't even come here. Saif had also come this morning because his father is busy today." Said Ayesha as she got up to look for them.

"I hope they aren't up to anything mischevious." said Nikita as they both exited from the room.

The entire house was on a silence mode, the three of them weren't playing in the garden nor were they watching cartoon in the drawing room and neither were they breaking off the eggs in the kitchen. The only place which was left to search and was least expected was the guest room which also seemed to be quiet. It was obviously the silence before the storm.

As both women entered the room, they witnessed the floor covered with different containers of colours. A mug of water was an element among the colours and brushes were lying lifelessly as if they weren't of any use. The colours and the water were sprinkled all over the floor because of which Ayesha smacked her head as it needed a lot of labour for cleaning. The three of them were doing mischief at the end of the room where a mirror was kept for the reflection of our physical attire.

"Khadija." Ayesha shouted and the three of them who were busy doing some work, at least according to their point of view, turned together towards them. Their faces were painted with black and other colours and had they not known the faces or her children, she would be confused with the fact that they were really her kids

"What a mess you people have created? Come here you all." yelled Ayesha and they surrendered at once throwing away the colours off their hand. Mariam ran towards her mother while Saif and Khadija crept  towards Nikita rather than Ayesha.

"What have you all done to your faces?" Nikita asked lifting the chin of Saif. After the first counter Saif and Nikita had grown closer to each other.  Although Saif wasn't easy to handle and winning his heart would be like climbing the Mount Everest but once this mount was climbed, the success would forever be engraved in the books.

"We were trying to be like you Niki aunty." Said replied.

"You were trying to be what?" Ayesha asked again.

"Ammi we wanted to look like Niki aunty because she is so good and none of us looks like her." said Khadija and her words marked the tears in Nikita's eyes.

How often do we give the soul preference more than the physical looks? How often do we see a person with not so beautiful face and wish to be like them? How often do we judge a person by their soul and not their physical attributes? How often do our lips utter praises for alluring faces instead of beautiful souls? How often do we choose a spouse on the basis of glamorous looks and not by what is in their innerselves?

We do not read the definition of beauty from our mothers womb and enter into this world of beauty but it is the people around us who give us the idea of beauty when we enter into this world. If a black girl is born, she is given all the heavenly things to make her colour fair, if a girl has a defect she's taunted in every aspect of life, if a girl isn't getting an eligible spouse then it is her looks which is the sole reason. Why? Because when we women set out to find a spouse for our men at home, we make sure that the girl is stunningly beautiful even if our men are not.

Our definition of beauty died when we clinged on to the idea of scripted stories, where man and women would be described elegantly spunky and fair where fairness is to be considered as the first determinant of classy look. We now live in a world where people are more considerate to reform their outer looks rather than rectify what lies in their innerselves. The world where those people who are distorted according to the socially constructed ideas of beauty is given less preference when their inner beauty is more deserving than those who stand and judge them.

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"You know why I love children so much?" Nikita said as she mopped the floor to remove the colours thrown by the kids. The first deed to be done was to wipe the colours off their faces. They were actually looking stunningly...well actually.. Nikita has joked to Ayesha that does she really looked like a sorceress? No wonder they had tried to be like her in every aspect because they thought that these kind of people were a complete sweethearts but on the other note they really ruined there faces which looked like they were dacoits or some kind of enchanterers.

"Umm almost everyone loves children but what is your reason?" asked Ayesha as she roughly rubbed the mob against the floor.

"It's because they are so clean hearted. They attract beauty, not the outer beauty but the inner one."

"Nik I was thinking something about you."

"Yeah?"

"Since you are such a sweetheart and also you love us and also attract towards one of the command of Allah, I mean niqab. So I was thinking if you would like to come towards our..."

"Wait. I know where this is heading and I request you not to complete the sentence. I may be attracted towards you all, I may love the way you people dress but I would never in my life think to do what you are talking about. I will never ever be a Muslim." said Nikita and left the mop on the floor and went straight away out of the house. Ayesha had never thought that Nikita would mind it so much that she would leave instantly. She actually was never a person so cold hearted but may be Ayesha should have chosen more appropriate words for calling her towards Islam? Or may something was bothering her?

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"Remember when I tripped during the race and you wrote me a letter?" Rida said as she looked up to Rehan sitting by his side on the bed.

"Hmm."

"Rehan?"

"Are you listening?"

"Yeah." said Rehan while he grabbed his laptop from the bedside table.

"Stop bringing this laptop between us." said Rida abruptly closing the laptop.

"Rida please?" Rehan pleaded.

"What? You have developed this habit of working till late hours and then even watching series and then at last we end up missing fajr because I can't sleep and you sleep till late night." Rida said snatching away the laptop and keeping it aside.

"It's you who fought with me and so I changed my habits." said Rehan and took back his laptop.

"Your answer isn't justified." said Rida to which Rehan didn't answer and switched on his laptop to one of his ongoing series.

"Rehan please? You don't behave like you used to do. You don't read Qur'an everyday, not even when I remind you. You have time to watch these series, you have time to earn your livelihood but not to earn for your hereafter. We're getting detached from our creator. You do not even give me time now."

"Okay ma'am I'll sleep early from tomorrow." said Rehan without pausing from what he was watching.

"Not tomorrow, start from today. We'll read Qur'an from now and sleep early." said Rida while closing the laptop and picking up the Qur'an from the side table of the bed.

"That's it Rida." said Rehan and banged the door behind after exiting it.

Rule 2: Marriage is between those who have freely agreed to be with each other without being forced with each other. Do not force something which your spouse is not ready to do, even if it is calling them towards Islam. Surely call them slowly towards Allah but remember that the keyword is slowly and not hastily. You can't order someone something and dream to change it by overnight. Habits do not change with the blink of an eye, it takes days, weeks, months or even years to transform. So do not expect a change within few days, it needs a lot of patience if you want to really to live your life happily with your spouse. And Allah says in the Qur'an that 'there is no compulsion in religion.' Your only job is to call and not to force. Surely every spouse goes through a situation where they don't like some activities of their spouse. But patience and the art of transforming them is in our hands. Call them slowly towards deen in which the first step is make up their mind which is also the trick of shaytan. Shaytan does not whispers the son of Adam to sin all at once but slowly and gradually takes them towards it.