2nd November, 2018.

The Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: "is anyone of you incapable of earning one thousand hasanah (rewards) in a day?" someone from his gathering asked, "how can anyone of us earn one thousand hasanah in a day?" He (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said: "Glorify Allah by saying Subhan Allah (glory to be Allah) 100 times, and 1000 hasanah will be written for you. Or 1000 sins will be wiped away.

[Muslim: 4/2073]

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CHAPTER 30 -
Blessed to be his wife.

Precap -

Little reminder for you guys, thought you'd be forgotten. We didn't wanna miss the flow now, do we?!

Zaryaan and Aasiya, got into an heated argument, for he avoided her all day long, without any explanation. So, Aasiya demanded him for an explanation, and Zaryaan, finally let out his insecurities. And, then after much contemplations and hesitation, they both finally made up. And...
Ahem... Ahem... Make thing out too. *blushes*

So, the end line is,..... They became one spiritually!!!

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As the cool breeze, hit her now, sweaty skin. She shivered visibly, and attempt to cover herself with the comforter, to draw warmth from it.

Zaryaan just held her close to his chest, as she buried her face in his hard chest. And sighed in content, as she felt the warmth that was coming from him, comforting her.

When his chocolate brown orbs, gazed at her, they shone with a kind of spark, for the one who was sleeping next to him was the coolness of his heart, and Noor of his eyes.

A slight lopsided grin, formed at the corner of his lips, as the night's events flash once again in his head.

He can't help, but press his lips, to her head, and closed his eyes in content, with his eyes full of love for her, and heart whispering millons of Al-hamd to his Lord!

Soon, he drowned into a deep slumber, as for the day and, it's events that took place in such short span of time were too much of a hectic for both of them.

In the melodious sound of rustling leaves, and cooing of birds, as they flew from on branch of the guva tree to the other.

Zaryaan woke up, from his sleep, and saw that his wife was still in deep slumber, with her arms wrapped around his torso into a wise like grip and, her head on his chest.

Light sounds of the crickets were still there, as it's still little dark, and the weather changes from cold to little warm, for the climate was changing from winter to spring.

Soft and flushy green leave were growing on the trees. Birds were coming out of thier nest, so as to expose themselves to the warmth of the sun.

The shady orange and, yellow hues of the early morning fajr sky. As the sun was just about to rise, in few minutes, to lighten the whole place with its light, indeed with the sign of Allah Subhan Wa Ta'ala.

He began to play with the hair tendrils, which were dancing on her face with the wind.

Aasiya started to squirm and, opened her sleepy charcoal black orbs, to meet with chocolate brown orbs of her husband. Who is already gazing at her with a tender smile on his lips.

She tucked her head down in haya (shyness), with a smile forming on her lips.

She hide her heated-up, flushed face, with crimson red cheeks, in her husband's hard chest. As the last night's event crossed her brain.

"Assalamu alikum habibti." Zaryaan greeted her, in his sleepy husky tone. To which, she replied in a tender voice still her face plastered to his chest.

"I think, we should take gusl before we miss our fajr salah." Aasiya stated in a whispers, before she tried to got up from the bed and, untangle herself from the covers.

Aasiya began to wrap the covers around her, so that the exposed area of her body would be covered properly before she moves out of the bed.

Suddenly, Zaryaan's face turns into a wicked grin, and he responds to her earlier statement.
"Ah! Yeah! There's very less time left to offer fajr salah. Why don't we save the time and, take gusl together." He dragged the word together a little too far than required.

Aasiya's hands stopped in mid-way, as she heard his words. She gasped with wide eyes, and slightly parted lips.

He snickered, at first and broke into fits of laughter, once he noticed her expression, which was worth watching.

With crimson red cheeks, and eyes were almost popped out of thier sockets. And, he was for sure knows that, she must be feeling her cheeks heated up with his comment.

But, he tried to maintain the genuine look on his face. "Come on, habibiti! We don't wanna miss our fajr salah, now. Do we?!" He raised his eyebrows, as if he was really taking it into consideration.

"I... Umm... I'm no.. not ... not ready for i..it." She shutter, and shifted in her place. It feels like, her tongue was folded and, forgot how to speak or form coherent words.

Zaryaan found the whole thing so much amusing, and, he forwarded his hand, to reach her. But, she quickly got down from the bed and, moved herslef a few feet away from the bed, with her head bend down.

He saw the discomfort on her face, and the way she was breathing hard with red face. He rounded the bed to cut the distance between them, and held her by elbows.

He pulled her into him. "Hey! Relax darling. I was just trying to mess around." He whispered softly. "Relax!" He cooed her.

"I need sometime to be that close with you. To be completely free. To be... To be.." She began, but unable to form the words, and let out a shaky breath of sigh and, closed her eyes. And continues. "I hope you understand what I'm trying to say?!"

"Shhh! Pumpkin!" He place a finger on her lips to shut her rants, and touched his forehead with hers. "I know. I know!" With that, he hugged her tight few seconds before pulling away.

"Now go and, take a quick shower. I'll take mine in guest room's bathroom. Okay?!" She gave him a nod, with her eye bend down. He rubbed his nose with hers, giving her a eskimo kiss.

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Zaryaan came to his room, rubbing towel over his wet hair, and tossed it into the laundry bin, which was at the corner of the room.

He went to change his clothes before heading to prayer area, the place which he designed for ibaadah purpose. It was a rectangular corner, which occupies one-fourth of the room.

Out of three walls, the left side wall was designed with a floor to roof length sliding glass window, which leads to a built-in garden, with a coffee table with two chairs. Where he can recite qur'an, after fajr.

The right sided one, had a huge wooden book shelve with all kinds of Islamic books, and ahadith. And, biographies of Prophets.

The middle wall, consists of a golden glass frame, encrafted with Allah azzwajal on it, with a magnificent calligraphy. That was a gift from one of his dearest friend, during his visit to mecca for umrah.

Once he changed into thobe, and pyjama before heading into the prayer area. A small smile crept on his face, and a warmth glow budded in his heart. As he saw the scenario, of his wife.

Aasiya was sitting on the musallah, doing some dhikr using her finger tips. Where as, an extra musallah was already placed a few feet above hers, and waiting for him.

He went to stand beside her, and saw that she was so, engrossed in her dhikr as, he eyes were shut.

He tapped on her shoulder, and motioned his head, up a little, as if asking for her, is she done yet?! She gave him a nod and, stand in her place.

They both raised their hands in the direction of qaba shariff, as he said the takbeer. And began to offer their salah.

After the completing of salah, they both sat on the musallah, and continued remembering Allah tabarak wa ta'ala, and, Al-hamd of the lord of the worlds.

Aasiya folded her musallah, and placed it in the shelf. She took the qur'an from the book shelf and, went to the garden, began to recite in a low and, soft tone of voice. So that, she can pronounce each and every word of the holy qur'an with tajweed, and also can't be heard by others.

She noticed that, Zaryaan was still on his musallah, and thought that he must be offering nafl salah. And, continued her recitation in whispers.

When she was almost at the end of the chapter, which she had been recting. She glanced at her husband and, saw that he was still in his sujood.

'It's been so long, that he's in sujood!?' She wondered to herself. And continued.

After completing the chapter, she whispered sadaq Allahul Azeem, and placed it in the shelf.

'He's been in sujood for, almost like half an hour now. Why isn't he getting up?!'

She stared at him, for couple of seconds and, noticed that he isn't moving either. He's so stilled in his sujood. Not even a movement of the body.

"Ya Allah!" Suddenly a thought crossed her head, and she gasped in horror.

She found herself sweating, in such a cool climate. Her hands were shaking, and her head started to spin with all the stuff, that running through her brain.

She moved her feet, and went to stand near his musallah. She bend down to his level and, witnessed that he was heaving, with shaky whispers.

She then realised, that he was communicating with his Lord, in his sujood. His silent cries can be heard by her, and her soul shake with his each whispering.

She quickly left the room, and went to the balcony, to breath some fresh air.

She calmed her heart, by placing a hand on it. It was beating so rapid, she was afraid that it would come out of its cage.

She was marvelled by his taqwa, and the way he was crying in his sujood. The way he was occupied with his salah. That nothing distracts him.

She didn't want to spoil, his moment with his Lord. She didn't want him to acknowledge, that she witnessed his lowest point when he was in his sujood.

But, that somewhat made her feeling for him even clear and stronger than earlier.

Now, she was for sure as day light knows that, she is completely and, irrevocably falling for him. And, there's nothing to deny.

She gazed at him lovingly, with a soft smile on her lips. And, a fluttering heart.

Something, ticked in her brain, and she gasped in awe! With both of her hands covering her mouth. And, tear filled eyes.

"Once Aisha (may Allah Subhan Wa Ta'ala help pleased with her) was doing dhik, after completing her salah. And, she observed that Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) was in his sujood for so long, without any moment of the body, that she (may Allah be pleased with her) got worried that the pure soul of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) was taken away. She started to weep."

Aasiya amazed by his faith in Allah Subhan Wa Ta'ala. And, she whispered billions of Al-hamd, to her Lord.

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"Assalamu alikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatauhu Siya." Yusra greeted her, with a bright smile plastered on her face.

Aasiya replied with a small smile, a began to prepare coffee for Zaryaan.

"So!!!" Yusra gave her a questioning look. With a expecting smile.

"So?! What?!" Aasiya mirrored her questioning gaze with a confused look.

"What's that glow on your face?!" Yusra gave her a sly grin, and making a weird kind of movements with her eye brows.

Aasiya felt her cheeks heat up, at the reminder of night's event. And quickly covered her cheeks with her hijab.

"Wh-what glow? Oh! This. I applied this new moisturizing cream, it was rose flavoured I guess." Aasiya tried really hard to maintain her calm, and give her answer as genuine as possible. But, failed miserably.

Yusra laughed at her discomfort and, thought to let loose.
"Okay! Okay! Whatever it is, suits you good. Keep using that." She grabbed her coffee and, left with a wink, and teasing smile.

She shook her head at her best friend's antiques and began to resume her work.

She added some water and, adequate amount of grounded coffee powder in the machine, and waited for it brew.

She hummed in response to the delicious aroma of the freshly brewed coffee.

She quickly pushed the button, and grabbed two mugs from the kitchen cabinet, and poured the hot coffee into the mugs. Her stomach grumbles at the smell of it.

She placed some roasted bread, along with butter and, some pineapple juice in a tray. And made her way to their bed room.

She entered the room, and saw that he wasn't on bed or, on the couch. So, she moved towards the garden, there he was sitting on a chair and, with hands folded and, closed eyes.

She whispered a Salam, to let her presence known. To which he opened his eyes and, sat straight.

He helped her in placed the tray on the coffee table, and sat on the other chair.

Silent consumed them, as she was shy to lift her gaze and, he was immersed in gazing at his wife.

Aasiya gathered the courage to lift her eyes, and he flashed a smile on her way. She began to add butter on the toast and, placed on a plate for him. And, poured the pineapple juice in a glass.

They both began to have their breakfast in a comfortable silence, and enjoying each others company.

They say that, when you meet the right one, you will forget all your habits, likes and dislikes. You just keep them all aside and, jump in, to keep that one person happy with all your being.

She just, laugh and, shake that off. And, now as she, herself experiencing that lovable feeling. She just can't help but, smile to herself.

She can't wipe off that, beautiful-shy smile, that was plastered on her face. As she was reminiscing all day events.

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Glossory:-

• Noor : light.
• Haya : shyness.
• Musallah : prayer mat.
• Gusl : purity bath.
• Subhan Allah : glory to be Allah.
• Al-hamd : praising Allah.

Assalamu alikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatauhu Munchkins!!!

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