Being impatient is hard, but losing out on the benefits of patience is even worse.

Do not be wise in words Be wise in your actions, because words are meaningless when they are spoken.

Zainab:
"You should be where your family is," I advised him. He was not the least bit afraid, and why would he be? He will greatly one day put us both in danger. He is not even aware of anything that took place here.

"I will be with them but first...."

"You are wasting your valuable time with a maid while they must be waiting for you," I interrupted him before turning to walk away. I have never engaged in a conversation with a man for more than ten minutes, and now that he was pressuring me to do things that I had never considered or that they say happen once, I suppose that is what is happening to me today.

I stepped back from him, far away at the other end organizing cutlery.

I was tired and incredibly sleepy. Peace was what I needed. At least the chef will return tomorrow, which I still have.

Speaking with guys makes me uncomfortable, especially when I do not know them.

I did not even bother saying goodbye to him when I was finished. It did not seem important to me at all, or did it?

Before I could leave the kitchen, I noticed a shadow in the way of my path once I got to the door. A tall figure. I wanted to turn the light off. It was already 9 p.m.; I had to rush to pray, Isha, because it was getting late today. I wasted my energy, and they did not even eat the food.

Thank goodness I had not seen him. It was a positive step forward that he had not noticed me even though I was trying my hardest to avert his gaze. I used to always look down and answer quietly, but I know that eventually he will see me and stop chasing after me.

How come he was bothering to speak with a lowly maid like me? My uncle was aware of who I was, so why is he bothering me now when no one else in the house seems to care?

"Let me get to know you,
I want to see you happy everywhere.
I want to support you, and I feel like we have known each other for a long time," he said in a low deep husky voice, as if he knew me well, but I know better; it was too many years ago, and he may not even recognize or remember me. He only has a stupid feeling, and feelings fade over time.

"This is impossible; please try to understand," my voice pleaded. It is wrong in too many ways. What does he want?

"I am not going to give up," he declared firmly. He was clearly getting frustrated now, as I knew.

"You will have to because what you want is impossible," I said, but his voice said nothing is impossible, and he walked away. I rushed away from him until I reached my small room and sighed with relief. Finally, I could breathe; one day, this guy will kill me in front of him due to heart attacks and breathing problems.

After I closed the door, I looked for a bite to eat. I wanted to lose weight once, but not like this—not like starving myself while rummaging through my bag for food—I meant the snacks, and none of those people, not even him, thought to give me dinner. I became alarmed when I heard a knock on the door. It was 9.30 p.m. and my little brain was overflowing with thoughts. Who might that be?

"It is me," he said in a low voice, and I simply widened my eyes in shock. What was he wanting now? Ya Allah...

In a hurry, I went and unlocked the door to let him return to his mansion. One day, he will get us both killed.

He went and took a look at the food tray that contained the chicken and chips they had purchased when I slowly opened the door.
I grinned at the idea that he was concerned enough, but who knows what was going through his head?

"At least, can I see you?" I had already covered my face. I am not sure why I was afraid of what he would think of me if he saw me. I will not change for anyone, so why did it bother me now?

"Thanks for dinner, "I thanked him and ignored him, not responding to him. He simply shrugged his shoulders, letting out a defeated sigh.

"One day, you will tell me everything on your own," he remarked before disappearing and telling me to eat to the end. After he left, I hurriedly ran and shut the door.

I sat and ate dinner, prayed the prayers.

I got out of bed and prayed Tahajud, or middle-of-the-night prayer, asking Allah for everything I wanted in life and thanking HIM for everything He had given me thus far. I woke up slowly, stopping my alarm once it rang. I checked the time, 4.30 am.

Even though I have not planned for everything in my life, it is working out according to Allah's plans, since HE is the best planner.

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Morning came around rather quickly. Life has changed a little, and it is now 7 am. I wish I could wake up on Sundays at 10.30 am like I used to in my hometown.

Uncle Chef has got to be back! yes!

I am constantly in awe of the mansion. I stood there glaring at it. I have been working here for almost two weeks now.

"Assalamualeikum, "The voice and person I missed the most in the house welcomed me.

"Waleikumsalam," I replied, and we went to the kitchen together. With his assistance, I finished earlier.

"Now, how is your wife doing?"I asked him as he was setting out plates, and when I said his wife's name, his face lit up with joy and his eyes glowed with love.

"She is better and has passed salam to you, and now missy, please explain to me how it went yesterday," he said, and I decided to be honest with him and tell him everything.

"So you turned him down and covered your face?" he asked surprised at how I could do that while under one roof.

"Yes, I considered averting my eyes for as long as possible," I told him, and he grinned broadly at my response.

We both finished work today, and he told me, "You are just too good, dear." He was the first person to notice me and give me praise. I have to clean upstairs because it was my second week. Argh. Not again

Uncle was suddenly curious and said, "You did not even ask him his name?" I hope it was not just that he was shipping us in his head.

"I will at least tell you his name," he began, but I covered my ears, so he laughed at my actions. I know it was childish but still, I didn't want to know.

I started to slowly make my way upstairs when I heard a voice. Ah, that voice. I can not help but feel dislike for this woman, Astagfirullah (pardon me).

Hurry up, it is only been a week, and already you are walking like a queen! Go away as if she did not have a voice to call them down. "Call Rehmat downstairs," she said.

It was almost 8 am, and I had already gone upstairs when I noticed Rehmat heading downstairs. Since they were out of their rooms and getting up early today, I just needed to clean the floors.

"Ah! I should have called Zahid earlier; he is needed downstairs," she hurried to her mother. lazy bum! She couldn't call Zahid herself. Like mother like daughter.

Chef Raza and the other maids are people I know, but they are women, so who is Zahid? Perhaps that other chef who worked in shifts with chef Raza? Zahid? Where can I find him now that I have heard this name? This house really needs more attention from me.

I did not even know the name of the room at the corner, but I knocked on the door. One day, I will know without asking.

Yes, I can clean it! I knocked twice, at least, and he was there!

I was about to clean when a familiar voice said, "Come in." Looking down, I covered half of my face with my scarf, but oh no! I forgot to call Zahid, maybe I should ask him. He was busy on his laptop. Wow! on a Sunday? Maybe chatting with his girl....who cares?

Asking once won't harm anything?

"The who is Zahid? This is the first time I have asked someone about a guy in a low voice, but I did not look at him. He is needed downstairs. There was silence all around. I looked up at him and a gasp came out of my mouth, and none of us said anything. I quickly turned away from him, and he appeared shocked by both my question and my response. What should I do now?

He saw that I was staring at him, Allah.Making the huge mistake of staring at him, Zainab.

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Lower your gaze Finally, have faith and patience. It is for your own good to avoid engaging in forbidden relationships with guys or wasting time conversing with them.
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