Day 3

I woke up and prayed my Fajr swalah. You know the normal morning routine...and prayed Quran. I got ready for school. I was wearing a knee length maroon top with black leggings and a black cardigan. As usual i applied the normal lip gloss and mascara, put on a hijab and took my bag and went to have my breakfast.

When i entered the dining room i saw that Nabeel had already prepared French toast for both of us and he was already eating it.

"Assalamualeikum," i greeted him as i gave him a hug from behind.

"Waleikumsalaam," he replied. "Eat quickly we have to go," he said. I nodded in reply and began eating after saying Bismillah.

I quickly finished eating my food and we left for school. When we reached school, i checked the timetable and saw that we had geography first. Ugh! I liked geography in the begining but i kind of lost interest along the way. And now i had to suffer through the classes.

Luckily the teacher was not there, so i decided to do some revision. It was hard when half of the class was making a lot of noise but then, there is something known as patience. I made it through the school day and when it was time to go home i was so happy.

The moment i entered our house i saw my mother standing there giving me a very sweet smile.
"Assalamualeikum mom," i said as i hugged her.
"Waaleikumsalaam," she replied while hugging me back. "Have i told you that you are my favourite daughter ever," she said.
"But mom,i'm your only daughter," i muttered. "Look if there is anything you want me to do, just tell me i will do it."
"Ok i actually wanted you to make chocolate chip cookies," she said.
"Mom you should have said that from before instead of bringing up like that. If you want me to do anything just say it. I'm your daughter and supposed to do it whether i like it or not."
"Mashallah i have raised a fine child," she said lovingly as she hugged me again.

I went to my room and kept my bag down and prayed Asr. When i was done, i went to the kitchen. I began gathering the ingredients and followed what the recipe told me. After i was done and it was time to put them in the oven, i quickly set them in the oven and sat in the dining room to do my homework. I was so engrossed in my work that i forgot to check on the cookies.

A while later i got the smell of something burning.
"Ya Allah, the cookies!" I shouted as i ran to the kitchen. There was smoke coming out from the oven i just stood there gaping at it not knowing what to do. Suddenly someone switched off the oven. Turned out it was my mother who also got the smell. She opened the oven and so much smoke came out and we were coughing a lot.

When the smoke disappeared, i saw the cookies were now burnt and were completely black. I picked one and it was as hard as a rock. Tears began streaming down my face.

When my mother saw me crying she asked me,"did you pray Bismillah before making them?"
I nodded in reply.
"And what about before putting them in the oven?"
"I think i forgot."
"See, that is why they burnt," she scolded me. "Never forget to pray Bismillah before doing anything."
"Inshaallah," i muttered.

By that time it was almost Maghrib. I went to my room and the Maghrib adhan began. I waited for it to finish and laid down my prayer mat and began reading my swalah. I made dua after it and went to help my mom. After a nice dinner, i prayed Isha and went to sleep.

And that was the third day.