part 125: (hanzalah+nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Nick fluttered his eyes open and jumped up in shock….
“Huh?where….”

He took in his surroundings and realised that he was in hanzalahs room. His heart was beating really fast and his body was in pain. Slowly he lay back down on the bed and put his hands over his face.

A few minutes later he heard the door squeak slightly open.
“Oh! You’re awake?”

Nick pulled his hands away from his face and looked at a smiling hanzalah.
“Yeah! I’m sorry.. I must have dozed off. Didn’t realise how exhausted I was.”

Hanzalah walked in and sat on the edge of the bed quietly.

“How long have I been asleep?” Nick asked rubbing his eyes.

“About 3 hours…” Hanzalah replied.

Nick jumped up again… “Serious? Can’t be! It felt like just a few minutes. I’m so sorry!”

“Relax… What are you sorry about?” Hanzalah asked calmly.

“For just barging into your home and taking over your room and gosh…. I’m such a mess. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Nick was now coming back to the reality of his life.

Hanzalah remained silent.

“I wish I knew how to fix everything….” Nick began talking after some time of a comfortable silence. “Have you ever done something really bad in your life and wished you could turn back the hands of time and redo everything..?”

Hanzalah thought before answering… “Well not really. But there was a time where I did wish I could turn back the hands of time…”

“Really? When?” Nick asked curiously.

“Many times, I wished I could turn back to before my mum got ill and I wished I valued her more… But that’s not possible. As a muslim we learn that whatever has passed you is over, no reason to mourn over what’s done. We have to learn from our past and move forward. I still have my father, so I guess I can value him before its too late.” Hanzalah said and it left nick in deep thought.

“How did she…. Uhm… You know.. Your mum… How did she pass away?” Nick asked and hanzalah began to explain about how naseema got ill and passed away. All the while nick sensed a sense of extreme love and appreciation in hanzalahs voice as he spoke about his mother. He made it seem like she was some kind of queen, that’s how much of respect he had for her.

But then again, hanzalah made his father sound like some kind of a king too. Hanzalah made everyone seem so wonderful.

“You love her don’t you?” Hanzalahs question to nick caught him offguard.

“Who?” Nick asked with a creased forehead.

“Your mum…” Hanzalah answered.

Nick looked down thinking hard and sighed loudly.
“I guess I do.”

Hanzalah got up abruptly and left the room. Nick wondered what happened. But in a few seconds, hanzalah was back.

“Here… Call her!” Hanzalah handed nick the cordless phone.

Nick stared at the phone and then at hanzalah and then he pushed the phone away.. “No ways! I can’t!”

He stood up and paced up and down hanzalahs tiny room in a frenzy. And then stopped at the window and brushed his fingers through his sweaty and greasy hair.

“You don’t understand. They’ll kill me!” Nick explained in a tone which showed that he was trying to stay calm.

“No mother will ever want to kill their child. A mother is a mother. No matter what mistakes we make in our life, they’ll always forgive us.” Hanzalah tried to reason with nick.

“Well not this time around.. She won’t” nick shook his head.

“I’m sure she must be worried about you.” Hanzalah said.

“Pft… Highly doubt that!” Nick replied instantly.

“But God is… God is worried about you and He loves you. No matter how great your problem is… God is greater.. And He’ll forgive any mistake we make. So turn to Him. Ask Him to ease your matters and He will. I promise!”

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Authors note:
Jx so much to all those who take the time to comment and like the posts. I truly appreciate them even though I don’t get to reply.will try to start replying to all the comments inshallah. I understand how hectic everyones lives are and that’s what makes me so grateful that so many of you take the time out of your busy day just to comment and like the post and ofcourse to read the posts.
Remember me in your special duas..

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