When a mafia comes to Seoul on a mission to dismantle the raa'iq mosque for his business and he gets to meet a Muslimah for which he stayed there till the rest of his life. After their first unexpected encounter with each other He was adamant that h...
I haven't seen "him" for the last one week. I should be happy but my heart keeps pumping loud and loud upon thinking of him I know he will come back more stronger and more cold blooded and I had a gut feeling because I know this one thing that is "don't ever think the show has ended when you think it is ended" .
I am on my prayer mat counting shahada on my fingers and my body in a rhythm goes back and forth . Alhamdulillah during the past week I have done my ibadah with no difficulty but for the past last two days my mind is badly struck on him . I am Scared of his next step , scared of his animal mindset .
A man who had just came to the mosque for ruining me and will continue so just because I defend myself against him this proves that this man has no life and it is totally depended on his intrusive mind he does what his mind told him to .
It's the 29th Night of Ramadan which is the 5th night of laylat -Ul-Qadr. Today is the last laylatul-Qadr I just prayed my Isha prayer [one of the fardh prayer]
And now I will perform two rakaat of nafl prayer for the laylatul- Qadr . With the support from the table I stood up on my prayer mat and begin with the niyyat.
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On my last rakaat I made a long sujoodI dunno why my body automatically did this by itself when I do so I felt my prayer mat being wet with my warm tears . I cried in my sujood it's like Allah is willing to listen to me and my heart is responding to it all this time I've hold myself but when I fall deep in the mercy of Allah my eyes itself always becomes watery .
My fingers tightly clutched the mat .Whenever I go through a rough time then always in my sujood my heart gives up and I end up crying hard . With my shivery lips I said "ya Allah y-you k-know e-everything I -" my breath tightened of the sobs snd I was unable to speak
Worst thing when you wanna tell your rab about your toughest time but during that time your words are replaced with your heavy sobs . But indeed your rab knows what you're going through and will even know if you don't tell .
For a good moment I stayed like this and when my heart calmed down i sit up from my prostration . And silently recited both Tashahhud and Salatul Ibrahimiyyah.
I then folded my palms to make a dua "ya rab today I am asking something that I know I shouldn't be asking as you know that one man is behind me all the time I know he is doing this out of his obsession and ego i-if p-possible then make him a nice person and don't let him hurt anybody At least he could be a good man" I then blowed the dua on my fingers and touched my eyes with it
I gently folded my mat and on the same time my gaze shifted on the doorknob twisting and I watched Junaid silently entering into my room . During the day time I stayed at my home and at night I stay at the madarsa.
Junaid was sleepy and was constantly rubbing his eyes with his soft palms he came forward to me and hugged me lightly while sitting on my lap . I gently pecked his forehead and asked him "my Junaid what happened hmm" he whined in response and hides his face on my lap
