*THE CHAI and BISCUITS* ----------> A Halal Love Story [.Fiction . Short Story.]

“Would you like to ask anything else? ”, he enquired politely.
“Umm...No, nothing else, I think...” she replied back thoughtfully, rummaging through her mind for anymore of her planned essential questions that she might have forgotten to ask him now, for the sit-down that they were having.
They had exchanged and answered all the essential questions as far as she could tell, and she had this positive feeling in her heart about it all, after having prayed her Salat-ul-Istikharah earlier on ofcourse. Now, all she had to do was wait and let Allah Guide her through and to see His Plan unfold.

*When the sun within her set...*

When her heart was low, and she strolled out of her house, she saw the setting sun. It was beautiful, glorious and golden. It was a sight, that she always loved. But it was setting, giving way to the darkness of the night.

She felt like it, she thought.

"When The Rain Came to Meet me"– *A Rain Journal*

It was raining. It wasn’t supposed to. I mean, it wasn’t the rainy season. It doesn’t even rain in that season. But it ‘was’ – UNEXPECTEDLY.
I rushed to the balcony. This being an off-seasonal downpour, by default becomes all the more special, than usual; it demanded admiration! And that was what I was doing exactly – ‘Admiring it’!
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* A Short-Story*

*A short-story scenario*

Neither did they flow down, nor did they dry. Tears. They stayed in her eyes, stuck mid-way, motionless, in pain, in despair. The lump in her throat, stayed. Her mind, her heart, a haze; distant and forlorn. The outside sound, though loud enough, on her ears no more fell. In a trance, she sat there, for long; her legs numb. So much to say to her Lord, but nothing could she say, at all. Silent, muted, dumb, she sat there; in a trance.

# ENTRAPPED! #

You’re encircled. You’re entrapped! ‘That’ evil darkness laughs at you. ‘That’ depressing loneliness smirks at you. ‘That’ horrifying negativeness snarls at you. ‘That’ disgusting insecurity eats you from the inside.  ‘That’ heartless inferiority-complex feeds on you.

*When The Book was Turned Open...*

The heart was heavily burdened and the eyes were all tearful. Everything was a blur. The 'way,' a blur. The 'destination', a blur. The heart unexpressed, bursting with pain, screaming out loud wishing to explode, but muffled up by the seemingly outer calmer demeanour - the facade. Only He, The All Knower Knows, the heart knew. Wanting to Seek Refuge and hoping for comfort in Him and His Words, His Book was turned open ( The Holy Quran with translation in English ). Turned open to the page where the bookmark had been placed quite some days ago - where exactly, at which chapter exactly, at which verses exactly, unremembered.

Have Faith in Him ... let it go !

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