So apparently today is the one year anniversary of Twice Upon Qadr! I can't believe it. Honestly I sometimes look back at when I first started OUQ and I can't believe how far I have come. Thank you to all of you amazing, wonderful, totally awesome lovelies.

So I think as an anniversary present, this calls for a Skript about Moo Sam and Hana...

Since my internet is still out I had to type this on my phone (ya Allah it took me forever! My fingers are killing me! Seriously I can't move them!!! :( So please just ignore any mistakes!)

And because I typed so much and killed my fingers I think you should all comment a billion times on ALLLLLLLL THE CHAPTERS! :)

*Hana snuggles deeper into her pillow, as visions of Houssam overtakes her dreams. Glimpses of his hair, his eyes, his arms, his chest, his back, his smile consumes her. She can hear his laugh, feel his touch, and she allows herself to melt into his embrace. It is such an amazing dream that she lets out a content sigh, and rolls over, expecting to come into content with her stuffed horse.*

*As her hand comes into contact with a hard chest however, she freezes, panic overtaking her heart.*

*Oh my God! OH MY GOD! There was somebody in her bed! WHY WAS THERE SOMEBODY IN HER BED?!*

*As the person gives a deep sigh and rolls over towards her, she bolts up, and lets out an ear piercing scream.*

Hana: AHHHHHHHH!

*glancing down and realizing she is wearing quite a short and revealing nightgown*

Hana: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

*The figure next to her jumps up, gives a yelp, and there is the sound of a loud crash before a body crashes down quite hard into the floor*

Person: Hana! What the heck?!

*As she recognizes Houssam's voice, she turns on the lamp beside her, her eyes widening as she sees Houssam on the ground, completely tangled in the sheets, the lamp from the other table, and from a few other miscellaneous things that had been on the bedside table.*

Hana: HOUSSAM! OH MY GOD! *she quickly wraps the blanket around her entire body* WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!

Houssam: Wait what?!

Hana: AND IN MY BED?!

Houssam: *looking at her in disbelief* Are you kidding me?!

Hana: *drawing the blanket up over her eyes so literally the only thing showing is her nose* And why are you unclothed?!

Houssam: *trying to get the lampshade off of his foot* Hana! I am wearing pants! Pants that YOU picked out for me to wear I might add!

Hana: *wailing in distress* why would I pick out your pants?! And you aren't wearing a shir...*sob escaping her* shirt!

*Houssam untangles himself, and gets ups. He tries to sit next to her, but she starts to throw the pillows at him, causing him to back up.*

Hana: GO AWAY! I can't believe you would come into my room, take off you shirt, and climb into my bed!!! FOR SHAME ON YOU! HARAM! IM TELLING ALLAH ON YOU!

Houssam: Honey! Honey calm down! Did you forget that we got married today?!

*Hana freezes, and pulls the blanket aside so that one of her eyes gets uncovered, and she looks up at him.*

Hana: What?

Houssam: *nodding in amusement* Yes. *he leans forward and drops a kiss on her nose* we got married today, and it was the best day of my entire life.

*Hana eyes him warily for a few seconds, before she laughs.*

Hana: OOH! I'm still dreaming! *she laughs again and lowers the blanket* it makes sense now!

Houssam: Hana, you aren't dreaming.

Hana: *jumping back on to the bed.* Of course I am! Though I have never dreamt about us actually being in bed together. *she blushes and looks down at her hands in embarrassment* this is weird.

Houssam: Hana dearest, I promise you aren't dreaming.

Hana: Of course I am! If I was awake I wouldn't be wearing this....this....she motions towards her nightgown* THING!

Houssam: And yet you are wearing it.

Hana: Yes! Because I am dreaming!

Houssam: What can I do to prove to you that you aren't?

Hana: *shaking her head* You won't because I am!

*He grabs her hand, and lays hers over his before raising them up*

Houssam: Look. Look at our rings.

Hana: *looking at their hands* It doesn't prove anything.

Houssam: Why not?

Hana: *pointing towards her finger* Because a ring this beautiful is something I can only dream of.

*Houssam scurries over to the closet and takes out her dress, bringing it back over to her*

Houssam: Fine! Here is your dress! Now do you believe me?

Hana: *fingering the dress, a soft smile on her face* Once again something this gorgeous is straight from my dreams.

*Houssam sighs in annoyance, and after hanging her dress back up, he takes her face in his hands, and kisses her.*

*When he pulls away, he is startled to see that she is crying*

Houssam: What's wrong?!

Hana: *sniffing* Now I know it's a dream!

Houssam: *taking her hands in his* But why?!

Hana: Because that has been my dream for so long, to be with you. It's a dream that I know so well, I don't even have to be asleep to know it by heart!

*She starts to cry again, and Houssam pulls her against his chest, twining his fingers in her hair and wondering how in the world he is supposed to fix this reverse sleepwalking. Suddenly an idea strikes him, and he leans down close to her ear*

Houssam: One time in high school, you were sitting by yourself on the quad. You were wearing a blue dress over jeans, a striped blue and white hijab, and you were sitting on a black jacket.

*Hana looks up at him, and brushes a tear away from her eyes*

Hana: What?

Houssam: *continuing to whisper in her ear* You had your knees pulled up under you, and you were reading a book. There wasn't anything spectacular about the situation but you were smiling from something you were reading, and the way the sun was shining down on you *he shook his head, before pulling back to give her a smile* And for that moment, despite my thick headed, stupid eighteen year old self, I thought you were stunning.

*She was quiet for a few seconds, still clinging to him, before she looked up at him, her eyes still shining with tears*

Hana: So I wasn't dreaming?

*Houssam smiled and shook his head*

Houssam: No dearest.

Hana: And we are really married?

*Houssam nods, lifts up her hand, and kisses her ring finger.*

Houssam: Don't worry, I still can't believe my good fortune either.

*Hana laughs, before she raises up onto her knees, and kisses the side of his face.*

Hana: Thank you.

Houssam: *gently pushing away a piece of her hair, before putting his hand at her waist* For what dearest?

*Hana leans her forehead against his.*

Hana: For making all of my dreams come true.