Heartless Love

Chapter 18

ZAHRA—

I am woken by Bilal's soft whispers, careful not scare me while waking me up.

"Z, come on, wake up, we have to go pray Fajr"

"5 more minutes," I whine, not wanting to wake up because I'm so tired. I wasn't able to sleep due to the fact that I was still shocked at what Bilal had said and did that night... He said he loves me and he kissed me, not to mention on the lips.

Out of all things, I was not expecting that.

But the way he confessed his love to me and kissed me at the end was surreal.

My thoughts get interrupted by Bilal trying to wake me up for Fajr again.

Bilal started praying a lot more after I taught him how to and now we pray all our prayers together, and sometimes he even tried praying at the mosque.

I can't explain how proud I am of him.

I love how he's changed so much in the passed year ever since we got married.

"You've been saying that for the past 6 times, now come on" he replies

When I don't move, he picks me up and to the bathroom. He turns on the lights and it hurts my eyes. "Ow my eyes! " I say covering my eyes with my hands.

"I'm sorry, love, but we have to go pray, now do your wudu (ablution) "

He places me down and I have to hold onto the small pole hung horizontally on the wall holding a towel just to maintain my balance before falling down.

I have this random thing where I get dizzy really fast and out of nowhere, so it takes me some time to control the dizziness.

"Are you okay? " Bilal asks although he knows exactly what is going on. I mean he literally had to witness me passing out often just because of that.

"Yeah just give me a second to regain my balance, hold on" I shut my eyes so tight I start seeing stars. I'm just trying to stop the dizziness.

After what felt like a lifetime, I stopped feeling dizzy. I blink my eyes fast to adjust to the bright light of the bathroom and start doing my wudu.

I wear my prayer clothes and Bilal and I start praying.

After Fajr ends, I just jump onto the bed, too tired to deal with anything right now.

*****

I wake up in the morning, and I'm shocked when I look at the time and notice that I woke up late. It's twelve and a half in the afternoon, and I usually wake up at eight in the morning when I don't have work.

I could've sworn I turned my alarm on

I try to remember if I turned it on or not and I did. I even double checked to see if the alarm was set or not last night.

I get ready for the day and carefully walking  down stairs, not wanting to fall because of my injured leg.

"Good morning" I say to Bilal and smile when I see him cooking breakfast.

"Good morning, love. How was your sleep? "

"It was good alhamdellah, how was yours? "

"It was fine. " he replied

"Did you trun off my alarm by any chance?" I ask.

"Yes, I realized how tired you were so I just turned it off so you can enjoy your sleep. Anyway, I made you pancakes for breakfast," Bilal said while placing the food on a plate and handing it to me.