when it rains …it pours!

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This is the 5th part of the 5 story 5 day challenge.

Ok… so I know that im extrEmely delayed but no one said that it has to be posted consecutively.

And I know that rEgular posting has been stopped until further notice And this doesn’t mean that im back yet but I think you all deserve an explanation.

Well the short version is that life happened.

The moderate version is that “when it rains it pours”

and the full version is this….

well my hubby got ill just over 2 months ago and we have been running around like headless chickens from doctors to hospitals to moulanas(dont look at me like that, we were desperate)..and a million other places to find out what exactly was wrong with him.

this has been a terribly taxing time for us as he was unable to work and that left me having to work a little harder than usual to try to make ends meet.

To put the cherry on the top all three of my kids aswel as myself ended up with the flu worst than we have ever had it before.

alhamdulillah we are well now but hubby still hasnt been sorted so until my life is completely back to normal, im not going to manage posting.

i know how annoying it can be to not find updates on blogs that im following so i really do apologise.

i am aware that i still owe you two bonus posts so i will randomly try to post those sometime during this break inshallah

please bare with me and remember me and my family in your special duas.

jx for all the support and understanding.

all my love… your sister in islam… B.A

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this is part of the five story five day challenge passed on to me by

Lifesrosesandthorns.wordpress.com

and i pass it on to

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living life with closed eyes

Bismillahir rahman nir raheem

We often hear about blind people. About how they are unable to “see”. How they are unable to appreciate all that they are surrounded by.

How they cannot appreciate the beauty of nature.

How they can not appreciate the gorgeousness Of life.

How a blind person needs guidance and assistance either of a person, walking stick or in some cases a dog.

A blind person is usually pitied by those around them.

But do we not realise that we too are blind?

the difference is that we are blind by choice.  We chose blindness over sight.

We too do not appreciate all that we have around us.

We too are unable to see the many fabours of Allah upon us.

We too are unable to see the true beauty, wisdom and greatness of our Creator.

We choose to be blind so that we too don’t appreciate all that we are surrounded by.

We are so caught up in the unimportant things of our lives that we too do not have time to appreciate the beauty of nature created so immaculately by our master Himself.

Life has so many different aspects, jut ee choose the wrong things in life and are blinded by these evils that we cannot appreciate the gorgeousness of life.

We are mere mortals. Imperfect. We are in constant need of assistance.  Assistance from our Lord, from His word, the Quraan, assistance from the perfect life of our beloved nabi and the guidance from the lives of his stars… the blessed companions of the prophet sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam.

We too are bbeing pitied by the angels and those above us. That we have the choice to see yet we choose to be blind. We choose to not see the miracles of Allah all around us. We too are being pitied because even though the signs are so bright and clear, we still choose to ignore them.


Authors note:

This post is part of the 5 stories,5 days challenge given to me by:

https://lifesrosesandthorns.wordpress.com

And I am passing the challenge on to my fellow blogger

http://randomshortstories18.wordpress.com

All you have to do is select a photo each for five days and write a story about it or express your thoughts over it. Link the page of the person who sent it to you each time and send  The challenge to a new person each tim

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details for new blogs!

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

I have created 2 new blogs instead of one..

As the sunnah of islam… Whenever one thing is lost, we gain double in return 🙂

1..) The missing pieces lost
http://missingpiecesjoined.wordpress.com
This is a story where the first 3 parts have already been published.. I will continue with this blog by around the 10th of january or so inshallah.. It will work just like foreveramessup where I will try my best to post daily..

2..)Silent livings anthology
http://silentlivingsanthology.wordpress.com/
For rhose who enjoy poetry… You can check out this other blog of mine… I’ve already uploaded my first post and will upload another one shortly inshallah..
This blog however won’t be updated everyday, only when I have something to share.. It will be an anthology of poems either compiled by myself or found somewhere and also inspirational pics and videos if possible… Feel free to contribute to this blog by e-mailing me (to those who have my e-mail address only).. I do not share personal details on the internet or to male readers so if you would like to liaise with me on a personal level than you may let me know by commenting and I will e-mail you personally..

So this is the end of this blog I guess… Very sad but hopefully Allah opens up better ways for new things inshallah…

Catch you all on the other side… :)))))))))

Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakaatuh…

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THE END!!!

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

Alhamdulillah this journey of fay and family has been a rollercoaster that has taught us a great deal of lessons, myself first…

This blog initially started off just as something I enjoyed to do… I started a non-fictional blog called ‘silent living’.. Thus my name… But writing a true story has a few disadvantages and so I unfortunately had to delete the blog..

But due to my great passion for writing, I decided that no-one should come in my way of doing what makes me happy and so I started foreveramessup…

It started off as just a simple story of a young girl with marital problems and inlaw dilemmas.. But with the help of all the readers, I decided to make it beneficial… Not just a panchaat story that’s relatable to daily life, but solutions to our daily life problems at the same time…

And so the journey continued… We all hopped onto the train to find out ‘when we’ll ever succeed’ .

Fay had issues with her husband and inlaws but never was she rude or disrespectful to any of them… As a muslim, we are taught to keep our cool and always be the better person, especially to those who have wronged us…

Eventually the time came when ismail realised how pathetic his family really was and the truth about why he was so abusive finally came out..

In life we learn that those who were brought up in an abusive environment in most cases turn out to be abusive themselves… Very rarely are people saved from this vicious cycle of life..

Ismail had his moods… Most of us didn’t like him because of his abusive and disrespectful nature.. This teaches us to not be abusive or disrespectful… That our character towards our spouses and family is of utmost importance…

Ladies! If you have an abusive husband, my suggestion is run!!! Because 90% of men who abuse their wives even once will never change…. They’ll never stop abusing you… Maybe it will calm down for a while like ismail did… But it will continue forever because its in their nature…

You don’t have to put up with someones abuse because he makes you feel like no-one else will want you.. Because he’s made you believe that you are worthless.. You deserve much better in life..

Parents, respecting your spouse is vital… It plays a major part in your childs upbringing… Majority of kids from a healthy background, reciprocate such behaviour.. So show love to your spouse, comfort and support.. And this is what your child will do in return…

Mums… Kids are an amaanat, a trust… They need guidance all the time.. While they are young.. Go out of your way to teach them right from wrong and don’t allow anyone to come in your way.. Each parent has their own child to take care of and discipline in their own way… And you have yours.. No-one should tell you how to bring your child up and what works for one parent doesn’t always work for the next..

Once your kids are adults, allow them to make their own decisions.. Do not control them or interfere in any of the decisions they make.. Leave them to make their own mistakes. They’re after all adults and you have already taught them well enough what is right and wrong..

Support them in their decisions and be happy for them in everything that they do… All any human being ever wants is love and appreciation.

As human beings, let us always show love and appreciation… Because you never know what a difference you can make to someones life…

Be careful of how you treat others because we don’t know what difficulties or hardships the next person is silently going through..

Don’t over step any boundaries as muslims, parents, kids, wives, husbands, or human beings..

Salma and aqeel were loved by all.. They were the most favourite characters… Reason being… They were lovable, respectable and always jolly and carefree…That’s a lesson for us too..

From aqeels life we learnt that he honoured his first wife who took advantage of him… But Allah is Just and will never let a person suffer without recompensating him with something better. And his better was finally getting a homely girl like salma..

Salma kept herself chaste and no matter her circumstances did not give in to the temptations of this world.. Her test was waiting to get married till she was quite old even though she’d never adopted zina… But in the end, she found her gem… And because she did things the halaal way… Allah showed her the sweetness thereafter..

Dada and dadi were such loving and Allah fearing people and in the end we see how Allah took dadi in the best of conditions because of the effort of many years…

On the contrary, ismails parents were rotten… They abused him, lived materialistic lives, hated everyone, were stingy and small hearted…. And no-one liked them… The hadith says something to this effect.. That a generous person is close to Allah, close to the people, close to jannah and far from jahannam whereas a stingy person is far from Allah, far from (the hearts) of people, far from jannah and close to jahannam..

Let us open up our hearts and homes for everybody inshallah..

Rukaya was another most hated character… Let us ask ourselves why? It was because of her ingratitude, her evil ways, her anger, her bitterness… Let us ask ourselves How much of rukayas qualities do we have in our lives? If we do, let’s make an effort to change that..

Kulsum and sulaiman had changed their ways. Allah had tested them by not giving them kids.. This is a common test in todays time.. For those who are trying and Allah has not granted it to you.. My heart goes out to you.. Only you know what you’re going through and I pray that Allah grants every married couple beautiful normal and pious offspring inshallah… But if Allah hasn’t granted that to you, know that He is All-Wise and knows exactly the reason for everything.. He has something far greater planned for you instead..

Chotikhala… It is a sad reality that we are facing in todays times… Where zina is so prevalent… Young girls are falling pregnant and having abortions while others bring those innocent and illegitimate kids into this world… Half of them are unsure of whom the father is… And then we move on to the next man and the next man… As much as we want to believe that this doesn’t happen in our muslim communities, I’m afraid it does.. And as the days are drawing closer to qiyaamah, the times are only getting worse.. Its about time we leave the evil ways of the disbelievers and tart following the practices of the holy quraan and sunnah of our beloved nabi(S.A.W)..

This world is a prison for the believers… And a paradise for the disbelievers… Someone so beautifully explained that we take this world like its paradise for us when adam(alayhis salaam) was sent here as a punishment..

Know that whatever difficulty anyone is suffering from… Its all going to end someday.. Nothing besides Allah will last forever.. So hold on to the hope that Allah provides.. Hold on to the rope of islam and hold on until we reach our final abode…

There are so many more topics I would love to touch on, like sodomy, racism, music, dancing, entertainment, hijaab, modesty… And the list goes on… But unfortunately this is the end.. If you’d like more on these topics, reread the blog…

I would personally like to thank every person that took time to read this blog.. those who were silent readers and those who took time to comment.. Some occasionally and some on a daily basis..

As much as stats shouldn’t bother us, its what movated me to continue.. That people were still reading… The comments motivated me the most.. Some days giving me inspiration on what to write about next..

I loved the interaction and I loved those who corrected me with much wisdom where I went wrong..

To those who. May have hurt, offended or had slight arguments with, I beg of you from the bottom of my heart for forgiveness… We are all human and we are all trying our best to get to Allah.. Even though we may fall and fail many times, but our ultimate aim is to reach Allah someday..

There were down days where I felt like just giving up and quitting the blog.. Certain comments that put me down and made me despondent but overall its been an awesome journey and I would never be able to do it without all of you…

Just some people I feel obliged to mention for their greatest support and motivation…
Sister/in/islam
A
Sister A
Binte ahmed
Amani
Journey admin
Sumi
Amatullah
Radiyyah
Zana
R
A95r
Faati
Missyzeeb
Zuleikha1
Semra polat
Shabana
B.Q
Rediscovery57

A special jazakallah to you all…..

my next post will be details to my new blogs inshallah…

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part 343:

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

salmas point of view

It was like a huge wave of guidance washed over the community… Or basically the ‘forever messed up’ community..

Everyone seemed so much less messed up then they originally were…

Starting with fay… She has become someone that I admire so much.. She took a hold of her life and became a strong woman of success..

She was no longer a scared puppy just blindly following ismails demands..

Fay joined me in niqaab aswel… After a particular taaleem we had attended where we met the famous ‘sajida’ for the very first time…

Well we didn’t know it was her at first…

A very well respected scholar of islaam had come to town upon the request of many to address us regarding the importance of women in islam. Fay and I decided to leave a little earlier since there may be a larger crowd expected than usual..

As we sat down and got comfortable, there was another young, petite and neat lady that occupied the spot next to us…

She had a little boy around humairas age or slightly older with her.. He was such a friendly little chap and he gave humaira all the entertainment she needed for the rest of the hour that we listened to the inspiring and motivational lecture…

The respected aalim spoke about womans rights in islam.. About how our beauty is only for those who value us.. He spoke about how this great sacrifice in this world would grant us the honourable gift of actually witnessing the countenance of Allah Ta’alah and how not acting upon this command of Allah could deprive us of even smelling the fragrance of jannah…

I immediately felt such elation deep within my heart that Allah had chosen me for this noble deed..

He gave such great examples of why a woman who is covered is valued so much more and granted so much more respect.. Protected in most ways..

“Why is it that when a cyclist where’s a helmet for his own protection, no-one ever makes a big fuss about it.. No-one laughs and mocks at them even when they wear it in the blistering heat.. Why? Because everyone understands that they’re wearing it for their own protection.. Their own safety…” Moulana had explained… ” But when a muslim woman, out of her own will chooses to follow the command of Allah by donning the niqaab, for her own protection and safety, then suddenly she is deprived and oppressed? I ask you my dear mothers and sisters… What is the difference between the motorist and the muslim women in this case?”

It was definitely food for thought….

” My dear sisters, we as parents complain about the nudity of our young girls today… But who has given them the money or who has bought those almost nude pieces of cloth for them to barely cover up? Who is to blame? Those young girls who were taught from so young to show off their clothes and their bodies? Or the parent themselves who encourage and applaud such things? Where is the hayAa going to my dear mothers and sisters? Why is zina becoming more and more common in todays time? It s because of what my nabi(sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) has said over 1400 years ago… And what did he say? He said: “ithaa faatakal hayaa, faf’al maa shi’ta” that when hayaa.. Modesty has disappeared, then you will do as you wish..”

It was such a talk that at the end of the talk, almost every woman in that gathering looked remorseful and also had this zeal that they would love to do more for the pleasure of Allah….

“My dear mothers and sisters… Let us ask ourselves before we end this gathering, that if the ummahaatul mu’mineen…the mothers of the believers.. The wives and beloved daughters of our nabi(Sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) had to don the niqaab… And yet they were so pure and never an evil intention ever crossed their mind… Then how pure and innocent are we that the command of Allah is not for us? Are we that pure? Are we that innocent? Are our hearts so much more full of taqwah that we feel that it is not necessary for us?”

And with that moulana concluded the talk with a beautiful dua, asking Allah to protect the believing women and grant them the high stages in jannatul firdous that they deserve for their sacrifices in this world…

We hurried to get up before everyone else and noticed the young girl with her kid and an elderly lady leaving around the same time…

As we left the house and headed for our car faaiza called out: “it was really nice meeting you… My names faaiza by the way… Maaf, I didn’t get your name back there? And your little handsome ones name over here….”

“Jee it was nice meeting you too… I’m sajida.. This is my mummy, maimoona and my son, ebrahim…” She replied timidly

“You guys not from around here? I haven’t seen you before…” Faaiza inquired trying not to be too inquisitive….

“Actually no.. We’re from durban originally, but I’m married here and we’ve been around for quite a few years already, we just not the extrovert type so… You know how it goes..?” Sajida replied..

“Who are you married to?” I asked rather curious. We know almost everyone in town…

Sajida looked awkwardly at her mother before she replied.. And when she did tell us who she was married to, the conversation only got more interesting…

Faaiza explained to her who she was and from then on we all exchanged numbers and became rather friendly with eachother for years after that…

That evening when aqeel got home, I couldn’t help but blurt out who we’d finally met…

We heard the whole big deal about altaaf getting married again and all that but never knew to who..

“Well I should just warn you mr. You ever try any such stunts… You can take your things and chuck!” I threatened, pointing in the direction of the front door, even though I know what a gem of a man he is..

“Really?” He smirked.. “But there’s nothing wrong with having 2 wives honey.. Or even 3 or 4…. Its sunnah…”

“Funny how you men always bring that out.. Its sunnah” I mimicked the way he’d said that.. “Its also sunnah” I mimicked again… “to do a lot of other things and more importantly fardh” I emphasised, “to do lots more but conveniently you men only pick out what you feel is sunnah… And besides… Getting married in secret is no sunnah… Nabi(Sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) said: ‘announce the nikaah..’ Didn’t he?”

“Jee apa…” Aqeel teased clearly enjoyed that he was getting my blood boiling with this subject… What? I’m normal and every woman has abit of a jealous and possessive streak in her.. I just can’t seem to share my man with someone else.. And if some women are strong enough to do it.. Then that’s their business.. I can’t.. I just can’t…

“And you men also conveniently forget about how fair you’re supposed to be to each one of your wives… Because if you’re not, you will wake up on the day of qiyaamah with your entire one side paralyzed…”. I took this subject rather seriously…

Aqeel swept me off my swollen feet and swung me around laughing hysterically…. He then looked me in the eye and said: “You are my one.. My only… I don’t need another wifey…. You’re my everything and I’ll love you forever!”

And so ends the story of a bunch of crazy people who all turned out to eventually succeed.. Not only in this world.. But hopefully in the next aswel…

So the question no longer remains… ‘When will we ever succeed?’ We will always succeed as long as we have Allah by our sides… As long as the quraan is our guide and as long as muhammad mustapha (Sallallaahu alayhi wa sallam) is our role model….

With that… From the entire forever a mess-up team….

Fi amaanillah!

‘The end!’

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Authors note:
What a beautiful day to end this blog.. On a jumu’ah whilst we are being showered with the beautiful blessings of Allah ta’aalah here in south africa.. Jumu’ah mubarak everyone…
Inshallah tomorrow I will have my final post of advices derived from the blog up and then details to my new ‘blogs’ will soon be released…
Jx once again to every single person…. You all are just the best for carrying me through this awesome journey like angels on your blessed wings…

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part 342:

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

rukayas point of view

With all this drama of choti khala, I hadn’t even had a chance to ask my children how their lunch had gone at their granny.. Not that I cared anyway…

I didn’t even get to ask fayaaz why he came away before everyone else..

Choti khala and I became quite close when she came to stay here.. I enjoyed her company at times.. Mummy says its because the 2 of us are a lot alike.. I don’t agree though..

And then we had that major bust up before I decided to go killing myself…

And today, here we stand… I’m alive and she’s gone..

It made me think.. Our life is not in our hands.. Actually everything lies in Allahs hands…

There’s a reason why Allah chose to give me another chance… I truly am fortunate…. Nows my chance to make a difference.. To change…

Or so I thought…

Everyone gathered in my room a few days after the mayyit… I was busy performing my salaah and felt abit awkward that I was being watched.. I know that I’m not supposed to feel shy about praying to Allah, but I haven’t done it in years and it just did feel a bit uncomfortable.

As soon as I’d made salaam, I pulled off my burkah and looked at everyone…

Thamina, fayAaz, kulsum, my mother… ‘Now what?’ Was the first thing I thought…

They all gave me a sympathetic look…

Kulsum broke the silence first…” Rooks… There’s something we all need to tell you…”

“Oh great! Now what?” I groaned

“I think its best if you sit down first…” Mummy suggested

I did as I was told and occupied a spot on the king sized bed.. I looked at them waiting for them to spill it..

“Well, mummy… Err.. You know we were invited for lunch on sunday by ma?” Thamina began

“Aha” I nodded with a creased forehead..

“And remember I came earlier to tell you something.. But then we sort of had a fight before I could tell you?” Fayaaz continued.

“Yeah?” I said getting agitated

“Well we were invited for a reason….. Please don’t flip!” FayAaz pleaded

“Look rukaya, whatevers about to be said shouldn’t matter anymore… Just please don’t go crazy on all of us but altaf has another wife and the kids had no idea how to tell you….”

I was too stunned to say a word…. Altaf has another wife? Those words echoed in my head and nothing elde anyone said was heard.. Everything was spinning around me for a while.. It was like someone pierced a sharp knife through my already sore heart…

“Rukaya? Are you listening to me?” Kulsum asked..

They began explaining everything to me about altaf, his other wife and child.. It all made so much of sense now.. How he’d been behaving recently… How distant we’d become in the past few years..

My mother asked the kids to leave the room…

“Rukaya… I know that whatever you’re going through hurts a lot… The divorce, chotikhalas sudden death, and now this… You’re probably feeling a lot of anger inside and I think its best that you see someone to help you cope….” Kulsum said..

“Are you implying that I’m crazy?” I snapped

Kulsum sighed heavily…”I didn’t once say that rukaya.. This is just as hard on everyone else as it is on you… There’s nothing wrong with getting help to deal with your issues and fears… We’re here if you want to talk it out. But sometimes you don’t feel comfortable talking to someone that you know.. You’ll always have that fear that they’re judging you for the way you feel.. That’s why I suggest you speak to a counsellor.. Just to help you heal faster… Your kids need you.. Its not easy on them seeing you in this depression…”

And so I gave it some thought.. Not immediately ofcourse..I thought over it for a long while after they’d given me the talk and then oneday, couple of weeks later, I was finally ready to talk to someone…

I visited a muslim psychologist nearby who put me on some antidepressants… Green pills are what I call it.. Because they honestly give me the green signal to go ahead in life…

On top of that, I’ve chosen to talk to Allah aswel… To accept what has happened, to accept that I was partially to blame for my life turning upside down…

My psychologist helped me to stop feeling so bitter, to think positively… She helped me overcome my insecurities.. she helped me to stop blaming everyone and everything else around me and to start taking control of my life..

I became more of a mother to my kids… More of a servant to Allah and in due time, I eventually even accepted hafsa into our home..

Life was different… I missed having altaaf as a husband.. I missed my luxurious life and no doubt, I had my very down days where I would just wallow up in my room alone… But i can surely say that life had change for me.. For the better and I managed, with Allahs help to somehow come out and deal with every situation..


Authors note:
I think I’ve covered almost everything now so There will be just one more post and then I’ll post a closing to the blog with a few advices from my part… Following that will be details to my new ‘blogs’ inshallah..

And then I will be taking a short break before continuing with ‘the missing pieces joined’ inshallah

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part 341:

“Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-

ismails point of view

“WHAT!!!” Everyone screamed in unison once I’d divulged the information at hand….

And then their glares fell upon mahmood who was nervously shining his samsung on his jeans… He dared not to look up..

“Mahmood!!! Is that true?” Shouted an angry bari khala..

He remained silent…

“Answer me dammit! Is that true?” She asked for a second time

“Why don’t you people give him a chance to explain everything to you all from the beginning? I think its only fair since the poor guy had been silenced all this while” I suggested

“so boy! Speak! We want to know what the heck is going on once a for all.. This family seems to have way too many skeletons lurking in the damn closet..” Mamajee spoke

I gave my father a smirk that made him quite uncomfortable.. But I wasn’t going to let out his secret… Choti is gone! Let’s just hope it served as some kind of change for him..

After faaiza admonished me for wanting to blow it all in everyones faces, I started contemplating… I have many hidden secrets.. My abuse towards my wife.. My split personality at times.. The rough stuff I’d done as a youngster and my not being such a perfect muslim..

Too many more things to even mention.. But I thought, that if I keep my fathers mistakes a secret.. Inshallah, Allah will not disgrace and expose me in this world nor the hereafter..

I heard the hadith to the effect that whosoever conceals the fault of his brother.. Allah will conceal his faults on the day of qiyaamah..

So with that in mind, I just let it go.. And so did aqeel… We were done with all this now..

And so mahmood, bari khallas husbands son from his previous marriage, whom bari khalla had brought up from very young, started to explain everything about his and choti khalas relationship from the very beginning..

About how he’d befriended her, comforted her, respected her and then fallen for her..

About how they’d conceived danyaal when bari khalla and her husband were not around and how choti khala made a huge fuSs about it being a big mistake and that he could never see the child…

Once she’d given birth, she moved away this side and threatened that if he ever told anyone anything or claimed this child, she would get a restraining order against him and evetually get him locked up…

I’ve heard that many times from choti khalla… She always felt like the law would always be on her side..

Even when we were kids, if anyone treated her in a way that she Didn’t like, she would threaten to call the police..

Sad.. But its over…. Shukr to Allah….

“So then it would only be fair for mahmood to have what’s rightfully his…” My father suggested

Everyone was still too shocked to say anything further.. And so it was decided that he would stay around for a while to get to know danyaal and once he was used to mahmood, he would eventually move with him to durban…

For now, danyaal would continue to stay with my mother as he’s quite familiar with all of them..

It would damage him if he was just forced all in one go to go and live with a complete stranger..

My mother didn’t look too thrilled, but there was no other alternative.. And since everyone was fully charged on changing their lives after the sudden mishap in the family, she agreed..

Mahmood was ever too glad to have his son In his life and to top it all off, he was engaged and soon to be married and his bride to be accepted that he had another child…

And so life for us all moved on… I can’t say happily ever after because no-ones life is a happily ever after.. But atleast I can say that no-ones life was ‘forever a mess up’ in the end!

Even rukaya.. Can you believe it…? With all the drama of the mayyit going on, rukaya didn’t quite get a chance to hear the news that we all thought would change her life for the worst…..

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