Chapter 1

Surat's POV:-

I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. I went to the washroom to perform ablution and returned to the room to perform the tahajjud prayers.  Then I went to the corridor to see the moon and wait for the Azan( call to prayer)..

I remember when my parents were alive,  my mother used to come to wake me up every night to perform tahajjud prayers.  After Azan, my brother and father used to go to the mosque. My mother and I used to pray at home.

Mom and I would occasionally recite the Qur'an.  Then I would go to bed and my mother would go to the kitchen.  Hearing the call of prayer, I came out of my imagination.  After hearing the beautiful words of Azan, I offered my Fajr prayer and recited the Qur'an for some time as I used to do in the past.

  Then I went to the kitchen to make breakfast for me and my brother.

My brother entered our house and gave me  Salam.  He came into the kitchen and took a glass of water in his hand and asked me,  "What are you cooking today?" he asked.

"Your favorite food." I said. He turned me to him and asked, "What happened kiddo? Why are you crying?"  He started wiping the tears from my eyes ... After he said that, I realized that tears started falling from my eyes when I was thinking of my parents.  "I miss them, brother. I can't live like this without them."  I said.

  "How can you say that? You know you're my everything, never say that again," he said.  I nodded my head.  " If you don't give me food, I'll die," he said.  I got very angry and said "Brother how can you say such a thing. Never say this again."

      My brother laughed and said, "Well, Grandma, I won't say this again. Are you happy now?" I nodded and said, "Yeah very happy. I'm giving you breakfast, I've made your favorite breakfast.", I put breakfast on the dining table.  Then we finished our breakfast.

After breakfast, my brother asked me, "Will you go to college today? If you want to go to college today, I will drop you off at college and go to the office."  he asked. "Yes, I will go," I  said.

Oh, I forgot to tell you the name of my handsome brother, his name is Ismail Bhuiyan.  He works in a private company but he will start his own business soon inshaAllah.

I'm not a fan of makeup.  I just used some moisturizer and lip balm.  Then I put on my abaya and niqab and I was ready.

My brother took me to my college.

It is a girl's college.  I spent my whole day with my best friend Saba.

My brother drove me home and went to the office again.  He never let me go anywhere alone.

Then I pray my johar prayer.

  I started preparing dinner for us.  My brother returned home at 8 pm.  I looked at his face and realized that he was very tired.

We ate our dinner and,  we talked for a while then went to sleep.  I finished my homework and went to sleep.

We watch movies together on Saturday nights and,  on Sundays, my brother takes me outside to a restaurant or shopping.  He doesn’t let me feel that we don’t have parents.

He is everything to me and,  I can do everything for him.

Ibrahim's POV :-

After staying ten years in another country,  finally I have returned to my country.  My mother died when I was 15 years old.  4 months later,  my father married a woman who had a son.  I thought she would love me like a mother but,  the woman did not like me and she used to treat me badly.

After their marriage, my father had changed.  He was always busy with his new family.  My grandmother always told me to believe in God that everything would be fine.

  A few days later, my father sent me to Canada to finish my studies.

I lived with my uncle's family for 3 years.  But when I realized that my aunt didn't like me so much, I started working part-time jobs and living with one of my friends.

After graduation, I got a very good job.  Everything was going well.  But I was breaking down from the inside and I was becoming arrogant.

Since I am a Muslim and my mother used to tell me what  to do and what not to do .  I tried to be what she wanted me to be.  I pray five times.  I have never dated a girl. Girls flirted with me but I never responded to them.

2 days ago I got a call from Uncle Ramu, he told me that my grandmother is sick and my father is not taking her to the hospital.  I did not understand how my father became like that.  He used to take care of my grandmother but after marrying that woman everything changed.

I have only my grandmother in this whole world.

I am now in front of the house I used to call my home.  I know they wouldn’t like that I came here so I already bought a small house here.  I have made good money Alhamdulillah.  I can take care of my grandmother now.

I will take her to my new house.  I entered the house.  The woman is sitting with her son.  As I was walking to my grandmother's room I heard that woman was saying , "Doesn't he even know how to pay respect? I don't even know why he came here.".  His son Maruf said, "probably he came here for the property."  I no longer heard anything, I went to my grandmother's room.

There she was reciting the Quran.  I hugged her from her back.  "Assalamualaikum grandma, how are you? I missed you so much" I finished the sentence and I was crying .  She hugged me and kissed my temple.

She also cried and said "My baby you came for me, now I'm perfectly fine? Why are you so thin? Why don't you take care of yourself?"

"Okay no more crying now. Give me your bag I'll pack your clothes, we'll go to our house," I told her.

  "What do you mean?", She asked me confusedly.  I smiled and took her hand. I told her "I bought a house for us. Let's go . You know I can't stay here."

As we were leaving the house the woman was shouting why I had not come before and taken grandma with me.  And my dad was quietly listening to everything and he was having lunch.

I took her to our new home and booked an appointment from a very famous hospital for my grandfather.

I freshened up and then I called my best friend Ismail.  We talked about a lot of things.  I wanted to open my own company and he is trying to start his business . So, we decided to be partners.  We will meet tomorrow, InshaAllah.  Then I ate dinner with my grandma and went to sleep.

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