Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem
“So how’s the hifz going?” Salmaan questioned as Salmaan, Zaynab, Yusuf and I sat in the lounge, chattering away casually.
Everyone had grown quite and were playing on their devices, with the exception of Salmaan and I. I found it extremely unethical to do in public, especially since were talking. We were visiting Sahlah Khala’s house.
With Yahya, I barely spoke, but Salmaan and just got along, there was a zing, maybe it was because both of us are different compared to the rest, so we could relate.
“Alhamdulillah, its going well, how’s madrassah?” I replied.
“Shukr, its going well. You know we have to sacrifice for deen, the sahaabah sacrificed so much, our test of family is paltry compared to theirs. You know there’s a story I’ve heard before, but when Moulana explained it I fully understood it,” Salmaan said, luring me towards him with this beautiful story and that’s how shaytaan works sometimes in the disguise of deen.
Abu Bakr R.A migrates with Nabi S.A.W to Madeena, with all his wealth. He leaves nothing for his family.
His daughter Asmaa R.A tells her grandfather he had left khayr because se understood that he had indeed left khayr.
And as Salmaan went on, I was entranced by what he said and continued wanting more, until eventually only the two of us remained in the lounge completely secluded since someone had closed the door. We continued joking around and talking like there was no tomorrow.
“Oh Ruqayyah, do you know how much I love you?” Salmaan asked suddenly after a silent moment.
I felt my cheeks warm up as he casually swung his arm around me, making me feel comfortable and continued talking.
I yawned tiredly as we spoke about the sahaabah R.A, whilst we held hands.
One of the kids suddenly came into the lounge to look for their toy, so Salmaan left my hand and pretended to be busy on his phone while I shivered away, since the cold wind was coming in through the opened door.
Alarm bells were ringing in my head, warning me that I wasn’t supposed to be alone with Salmaan but I ignored it.
The kid found his toy and ran out of the lounge eagerly, slamming the door behind him. All the kids were excited because everyone was going out for milkshake apart from Salmaan and I, who didn’t drink KFC milkshake since it was doubtful.
I wrapped my arms around my shivering body, the cold was eating me… literally.
Salmaan grabbed me into a fierce embrace, warming me up immediately. There was some guilt at the back of my mind, but I was too comfortable to let the guilt stop me.
Eventually one thing led to another and we were making out like two sick lovers passionately in the lounge.
We were on fire as Salmaan placed his lips on mine, we were passionate in our love for each other.
Salmaan suddenly picked me up in true Bollywood style to his room where we proceeded to break all barriers between us. I felt like I was on another planet.
Just as we were about to do the actual act, filled with passion and elation, regret filled me. I blocked my path, not cared that it might anger Salmaan, I was angering my rabb.
“Astaghfirullah!” I exclaimed.
Salmaan immediately stepped back, with a regretful expression on his face.
Tears welled my in eyes, as I remained put on his bed for a few minutes.
How far had I gone? I had just almost shared the bed with someone unlawful.
“Ruqayyah,” Salmaan choked out.
“Jee?” I asked, too ashamed to even glance at him.
“I’m sorry… so sorry, please please go,” Salmaan begged through tears.
I picked up my abayaa which was on th floor and quickly wore it, before leaving his room.
O Allah, what have a done?
Till next time
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