CHAPTER 12: THE LESSONS
Hamdan's p.o.v
It has been almost eight months since I arrived at the madrasa. Sidra and I established a routine where she taught me different sources of Islam. Within the few months of my time with sidra, I was more enchanted by her than I have ever been with anyone. She always had her signature Niqab on but not knowing what she looked like increased her appeal in my eyes.
I was conflicted. My feelings were everywhere .Humeyra hunted my sleep and sidra occupied my days. I no longer knew what I wanted in this whole messed up situation. I was sure though that Humeyra won’t allow polygamy.
She was the type of woman who had gherah with the people she loved.Humeyra.I miss her so much. I especially miss her voice and if I was being honest, I kept dreaming about her lips ravishing mine with her tiny hands wrapped around my neck affectionately. Astaghfirullah.
I couldn’t help fearing that she was no more, a thought that has plagued my mind and sicken my heart. Just the thought of her not being there anymore brings my spirit down. I know I took her for granted.
I also realized that it took her a lot of courage to confess to me but as stupid as I was back then, I messed up her self-esteem and probably killed her inside. I might as well have stabbed her in the heart.
It was strange though how I could always forget Humeyra whenever I was with sidra. Her demure nature, her teachings, her demonstrations and what not. She was one in billions. I admit, she would make a perfect wife, I thought.
It was on a Wednesday. I had no lessons to teach but had a class with my shy teacher sidra. For a reason not known to me, she was silent around me when she was not teaching. I arrived at her office and found her behind her desk.
Asalamu aleikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu ustadha sidra.
Wa aleikum salaam warahmatullahi wabarakatu ustadh Hamdan. Welcome.
As she was preparing to teach, I suddenly didn’t want to be taught today so I asked her if we could just talk. She was hesitant at first but she eventually gave in to my request. Since I went to her office for the first time, there was no barrier between us which was very dangerous for us both no matter how pure my intentions were.
Ustadha, would it be aright if I get to know you better? I would really like to know you more.
She hesitated once more but nodded in affirmative. Alhamdulillah. I know that I might be crossing a limit but this feelings are not in my favor any more. I needed her more than I ever needed any one in my life at that moment.
I know that the Ikhtilat should not be broken yet she was like a fragrance of fresh misk that is unique to the world. I love Humeyra but sidra I fell in love with her for the sake of Allah. She has helped improve me as a person and as a Muslim. Alhamdulillah, finally I will get to know her better and may be decide on who I would want to marry. Ya Rabb, make this easier for me.
CHAPTER 13: GETTING TO KNOW HERThe pain you give, is the reward you get when you least expected. ©HumeyraHamdan’s p.o.vSidra, I know close to nothing about you but I would like to know you better. I also don’t know how you look but it doesn’t matter. Am interested in you. I admire your gait, shyness and your akhlaq.I paused. She was listening to me with her eyes on the ground. Sub hanallah.I was an armored by her. To tell you the truth, you remind me so much of a lady I love and who is dearest to my heart.She is my first love and I thought she would be my last. Am sorry for telling you about my first love but I have to since she is all I ever think of whenever I am not with you. You see, I had hurt her beyond redemption and even if I wanted to as
CHAPTER 14: THE DARK PASTSIDRA'S P.O.VIt’s weird how life takes us on a journey. How life itself is a journey. Hamdan's questions took me back to my past. Just thinking about life on earth brings back fond memories of childhood to some, fondness to others and total panic to a few. Sweet-bitter memories my past held but it was all now just a painful dark abyss.The darkness from our past can be wiped clean by the brightness of the future if we are lucky enough. The bitterness of the memories can be replaced by the sweetness of the new life and after all the tears in the darkness, at last the smiles in public.It all comes about with the purity of the heart, the sincerity of the soul and the truthfulness of nature. Your principles make who you are, your rules guide what you become and your love gives you the courage in the wilderness and most trying of trials.This was my belief. In my case thou
CHAPTER 15: LOST IN LOVE, AGAINWhat goes around comes back around. ~anonymous Hamdan's p.o.vWhen sidra left I felt empty inside. She gave me a glimpse of herself but it was vague. I kept wondering if she rejected me or was just feeling too emotional.I wanted her, no. I needed her more than ever before. I needed desperately to give her a family, siblings and my heart. I yearned to give her the love she didn't get for over ten years after she lost her family. This strangely made me recall Humeyra’s word about my decisions being influenced by what she will tell me about her if she ever told me about her family.I suddenly had the urge to find Humeyra, ask for forgiveness from her, marry her and then talk to her about sidra. I know it’s weird how much I love them both. Humeyra captured my heart with he
CHAPTER 17: THE FATHERThird person's p.o.vAs soon as Humeyra left, ustadh Dhul Qarnain felt lonely. He had been tested with all sort of tests in life but Humeyra was his greatest blessings. He knew her ever since she was born. He saw her grow up from a happy and carefree child to a serious and lonely adult. He knew her pain and her sorrows.He witnessed her crumble and raise from nobody to somebody. He saw different shades of her emotions and knew that she was an introvert. He adopted her after her parents passed away. He prayed for her health and prosperity.He have been observing her interaction with ustadh Hamdan for the few months that they worked together and came to a conclusion that they were attracted to each other but Humeyra was holding back her emotions. On the other hand Hamdan was in love. Huh. He sighed. May Allah make it easier for us all.He thought. Today when he looked at his d
CHAPTER 16: THE PASTSIDRA’S P.O.V11 years ago.Ummi, ummi, am home, my ten year old self ran to hug my mother. I was happy that I had finally completed my madrasa courses, in addition it was also the same day I was going to be awarded a blue belt in Tae kwon do. Despite being quite young, both my IQ and EQ were higher than the average child’s.The day in itself was special. My favorite day of the week and my birthday. I had been a student in one of the most prestigious madrasa in the world. The world my innocent mind knew of any way. My teacher was ustadh Dhul Qarnain who I considered as a second father, a mentor and an inspiration.Finally after five years of my religious education I graduated with a top notch grades from my tahfidh and aalim course not that it was actually over but it was all I needed to become a little scholar. I was Abu's favorite and ummi's pride. Even at my age I knew that and was
Some scars will heal on the outside but the pain you will feel on the inside.~HumeyraWriters P.O.VThere was laughter everywhere. Sheikh Ibrahim, Humeyra’s father was the center of attention as he told them the story of the companion of the prophet Muhammad peace and blessings be upon him. On this specific day he told the story of the companion who was known as the prankster th
Third person's p.o.vWhat! What do you mean you found her and she is getting engaged today? NO! We can't let that happen. Not when I just found her.I know but do whatever you can to stop that engagement from happening. I will be on my way shortly. She should not get engaged today, do you
Humeyra's P.o.vI miss Hamdan so much. I miss his cute blush which appeared whenever I get the courage to tease. I miss his sweet voice, reciting my favorite verses from the holy Quran. I miss his beautiful smile that sparked like the stars. I miss his embrace.uuuggh. I miss him so much? Is he already married? Does he think about me? Does he even remember me?Here I am, the wealthiest person in the whole country yet I accepted the proposal of