15. Guest

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I then read Ayatul Kursi before opening my eyes only to realise to my chagrin that it was a lady in full niqaab. Was this a sign that I made the right decision? I walked over to her and made Salaam. She took one look at me and invited me in. She gave me a glass of water before putting the kettle on to boil and samoosas in her fryer. I began to protest but she refused to listen to anything I had to say until I had eaten.

By now a small smile was playing on my face. She didn’t even know who I am yet she was so sweet and entertaining. Although this was a total stranger, I found myself pouring out my heart to her. I blurted out all my fears and troubles of this past week. When I was done she simply said, “Never forget Allah is always there for you. Now come I know where you live, my Aunty lives in the same street. I’ll drop you off.”

Before getting of the car I thanked her for being so sweet, entertaining me so happily and dropping me of when she didn’t need to do so. She responded saying, “Don’t thank me, it is your due and right that Islam has awarded to guests besides I should be thanking you for making it easy for me to attain the reward of honouring a guest. Khawla, if you need anyone to talk to then don’t hesitate to phone me and remember no matter what Allah is always there for you. Assalaamu Alaykum.

Nabi  ﷺsaid” Whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, then let him honor his guest with his reward.’ They said: ‘What is the reward?’ He said: ‘ A day and a night.’ He said: ‘And hospitality is for three days, whatever is beyond that is charity. And whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day, then let him say what is good or keep silent.”

I entered the house to find Khaalid on the phone frantically screaming, “Basheera, I can’t find her, she’s not at home. I don’t want to worry my mother but if I can’t find her soon I’ll have to tell her. How could you lose my sister? Now tell me again with what happened. When did you last see? I want every single detail…”

No! I hope Basheera didn’t tell him what happened. As much as I found the protective elder brother thing sweet I didn’t want him fighting my battles and injuring anyone. I cut him off with “Aww! Khaalid, no need to get all emotional, I’m fine. Nice to know how much you missed me.” Khalid spun around first shock then relief showing on his face before cutting the call and saying, “Where were on Earth were you? What happened? I was so worried. What’s wrong with you? Don’t you know how dangerous it is? Don’t ever do that again,” Khalid said giving my hand a squeeze.

I felt quite bad for making him so worried. A hand squeeze from Khalid is the equivalent of a hug. You know boys and they macho-ness, They feel that too much emotion makes them seem weak. The only time I get a hug from Khalid is when he comes back from Eid Salaah.

Even though I felt bad and the fact that he was so worried about me were tugging at my heart strings, there was no way I was going to tell him that so instead I said, “Aww! You missed me. I’m touched but sorry I didn’t miss you. I was enjoying a nice cup of tea with my new friend. Chill! I don’t know what you were stressing for. Now, I’m going to see mummy.”

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Just aspiring to inspire through the pen, or should I say, keyboard. May Allah Ta’ala accept my efforts and make it a source of Hidayah for the Ummah.

5 thoughts on “15. Guest

  1. Lol i hate my OCD with grammar. . I get the feeling your editor not around. . 🙈. . But nice post though. . Allah Ta’ala definitely sends many signs, some are lucky to notice it, others aren’t. .

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