"But I'm your-"
"I'm your what?!" He cut her off. She flinched at the acidity in his voice. "My wife?" He scoffed inching in on her until he was arms length. His eyes bored into the depths of her soul. He slurred the words with venom dripping from...
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لَا بَأْسَ طَهُورٌ إِنْ شَاءَ اللهُ
Transliteration: laa ba'sa ṭahoorun in shaa'-allaah
Translation: When the Prophet (ﷺ) would enter upon a sick person, he would say,
"No harm, may it (the sickness) be a purification (for you), if Allah wills."
Note: The excellence of visiting the sick;
Ali Ibn Abu Talib related that he heard the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) say,
"If a man calls on his sick Muslim brother, it is as if he walks reaping the fruits of Paradise until he sits, and when he sits he is showered in mercy, and if this was in the morning, seventy thousand angels send prayers upon him until the evening, and if this was in the evening, seventy thousand angels send prayers upon him until the morning."
"Tea?"
"Yes please Sahiba"
"So how was last night's banquet!" Sahiba beamed with excitement pouring Meeza a cup of tea. Meeza took a large bite of her toast and mumbled an "it was good" with a mouthful.
"From the way you're eating I can tell you picked on your food last night" she raised an eyebrow and walked to her seat whilst stirring her cup of tea.
"Yes and I'm so hungry!" Meeza let out an exhasperated sigh and desperately took another bite off her toast. Sahiba smirked taking a sip of her tea and yowled when the heat touched her lip.
"Good morning girls" Aunty Rida walked into the kitchen. Her face was glowing and she had a darker rouge on her cheeks than usual.
"Morning mum" both replied in synch exchanging smiles.
"My you look fresh" Aunty Rida smiled opening the tea pot to check if there was enough tea.
"Mom pour me a cup of tea" Saahir entered fixing his tie.
"You're late, that's a first" Sahiba commented.
"I was at the banquet incase you didn't know" He replied giving a fake smile. Is he always like this? Meeza thought.
"Really??? I hadn't the slightest idea brother" she spoke with humor. Saahir hated sarcasm. He gave her a what the hell look and she stuck out her tongue.
"Will you have toast?" Aunty Rida cut their childishness.
"I'll settle with tea" he sat down with his usual expression one raised eyebrow and his lip formed in a tight line.
"Eat something then leave" Uncle Asfar entered the kitchen and took his place at the kitchen table reaching out for his newspaper from the food trolley on the side. His smile widened as he read the newspaper. The headline read:
