3. In the blink of an eye

Aziza’s P.O.V

“Is tomorrow really my nikah?” I asked Maleeha, as I walked back to the changing room to remove the dress.

“Yes dear,” was her sweet reply “Unless… you want Hamza to marry some other Aziza.”

“MALEEHA!!…. I was just clarifying you could be more, I dunno….Helpful?”

Maleeha just laughed in response. Alhumdulillah the dress fitted perfectly, and I could not have been more happy with it.

As I left the changing room, my phone rang and I saw mums name flash on the screen.

“Assalamu alykum” I said

“Wa alaikumus salaam, Honey please come home, your nikah is not going to be tomorrow. Aziza..Hamza is gone missing.”

The phone fell from my hand, as my vision clouded and I fell to the floor. I barely registered Maleeha scream my name and suddenly, there were people all around me. I was assisted in standing up and going to the car.

Once in the car, Maleeha began driving and I realised that she had not asked any questions. I informed her of what happened and then began crying uncontrollably.

Once we reached home, I went straight to my room after hearing what had happened. Nobody knew of his whereabouts and he had been gone for two days now. His family had not informed us thinking he would turn up, but to no avail.

I wished I could avoid all the sypathetic looks coming my way but there was no way to avoid it besides staying in my room the entire day only coming out to eat, and that too, only because I wasn’t left alone.

Mum and Maleeha tried to make me come out and do something, or at least socialise, but eventually they left me alone due to my temper and moodiness. Until one day about a week later Maleeha came into my room and announced.

“Get up Aziza, you have half an hour to get ready. I’m taking you out of this house and no excuses,” she added seeing me about to protest, “Or I’ll call Hamza’s mother to get you out.”

I couldn’t argue with that, Aunty Sumayyah was a very sweet person and if Maleeha had to call her, she would be here immediately ready to drag me out of the house.

Sighing I got up and went in the shower. I took my time getting dressed and then took a slow walk downstairs, where Maleeha was waiting.

Trust Maleeha to be the one to get me out of my room.

“So, where are we going?” I asked.

“Take a guess,” was her answer.

I was seriously annoyed  I expected an answer at least, but as I was stuck with her there was nothing I could do.

Soon the road led to the beach, Maleeha stopped the car and asked “Want to take a walk?”

I was happy to do so and we spent some time, walking on the edge of the waves in silence.

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After a while Maleeha turned to me and said,”Listen Aziza, I dont know what you are going through, but I do know you are being too hard on yourself. You need to think logically and make dua to Allah to help you through and remove your pain, it’s time to move foward with life. Insha Allah he will be found and then your’ll can make nikah, but for now try to come out of your room more often, mummy’s getting really worried about you and she is missing your company.”

As I listened to my sister I realised she was a hundred percent correct and I knew then and there that she was my sister for a reason. I knew many people complained about their siblings but my little sister and I, really shared a special bond.

I turned to her appologetically and said “Maleeha please forgive me for being so mean to you this week. You are absolutely correct. Once again, I wasn’t thinking straight, I didn’t care about those around me. All I cared about was myself.”

“No problem,” was her cheerful reply, “because like I said, I don’t know what you going through. Want to talk about it?” she offered.

And so I told Maleeha all that was bothering me. It was a great feeling to get it all of my chest and Maleeha was a great listener.

And so I decided it was time to move on and not dwell on the past, because no matter what, anything can happen in the blink of an eye…



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