I turn to my right first to offer salam then left …. Raising my hand in front of my lord of the word , Allah s.w.t.

I cried , I cried like there is no tomorrow . As much as I tried to be normal , happy all day but the moment I stood in front of my lord , all the pain , all the misery , all the negative thoughts bothering my mind and heart came out all at once . I tell each and everything that is bothering me , one thing I realised in life , there is no one but Allah s.w.t who hears you and knows all the pain you are hiding inside your heart . If you cry in front of someone else no matter how dear they are to you , they will just give you sympathy but Allah , the almighty healer of every heart , will not just hear you but heal your broken heart and replace it with peace , hope and strength to survive difficulty . Once in my life when I didn't realise the power of my lord , I always use to drown in my sorrow losing all my hope but once Al Hadi ( the guider) guided me to Islam made me realised the power of sujood, there was so going back , no matter how difficult life gets for me I know Allah s.w.t is there and there is hope that one day , one day he will give me so much that I will be satisfied .

It gives me hope to fight the situation and never give up no matter what .

Taking a deep breath , I knocked on the door while my heart started taking its speed .

" Come in " his deep authority voice spoke behind the door .

Taking a deep breath again , I enter inside .

" Assalamualaikum " I greeted him with my charming smile but as usual mr. Rude didn't reply but one day I opened the door to Insha Allah .

" What " he was sitting on his single couch with a laptop on his lap typing something really fast .

" I um… " I twisted my fingers nervously .

" If you are going to take all day then wait outside and prepare your speech " he didn't even bother to look up .

My eyebrows creased at his words

Never mind …

" Can I go outside , I will be back soon " I bite my lip knowing very well that he will refuse but at least I tried .

" Fine "

" I promise I will- wait did you say fine " I raised my eyebrows. I was surprised .

" Yeah , just take the driver with you " he was looking at the screen and really focused .

" Really " I clasp my hand jumping happily .

" Get lost "

" Okay …." I was about to turn when my good for nothing brain indicated my mouth to speak .

" Why are you letting me go so easily??"

" What if I ran away? " I cross my arm, raising my one eyebrow.

With a frustrated sigh , he finally looked up " are you putting an idea in my mind not to let you go " he gritted out .

I gasp " no … no .. no… no.. ''

" Just curious " I giggle awkwardly .

But watching him seriously , my smile faded. " don't worry I will throw myself out " I turned to go but I think I saw his lip twitch but I didn't dare to turn .

Did he smile ????

Asking the driver to take me to an old age home , where I go every Sunday but unfortunately my routine got interrupted because of my wedding .

No one knows I visit , old age home I never told a soul , since it's a good deed and if you want Allah s.w.t. accept your good deed then you should keep it a secret in such a way that if you give charity from the right hand , the. Your left hand should not know .

The best good deeds of yours are those whom no one knows about except Allah , the exalted , the most merciful .

Since visiting an old age home , spending time with those people whose family abandon them , trying to spread happiness count as good deeds and I am very possessive about my good deeds. I don't want it to get wasted by telling someone .

" Assalamualaikum " I greeted everyone as soon as I entered .

" Walekum Assalam Amira where see you all these months " Sanam aunty came as soon as she saw me .

Hugging me tightly , " I thought you abandoned us just like our children " her voice breaks at the end .

I gulped feeling guilty , wiping her tears with my thumb , I smiled .

" I am so sorry , I had things going on but I promise I will come here every sunday like I used to " I kiss my forehead .

Soon everyone started coming my way , I started talking to them feeling happy and sad at the same time .

How can children abandon their parents' like that, especially in this age when they need their children most so they don't fear Allah ?

Allah Almighty says in verse of the Holy Quran

No matter what it's our duty to worship Allah s.w.t and be good to parents no matter what other wise , we will be answerable to Allah s.w.t one day .

" Ohh where is Ammi…. " Everyone came to greet me except Ammi .

" Is she okay " panic stricken me .

" Yeah , yeah your ammi is fine, little angry with you " one of the uncles said .

Smiling , I nodded and went to her , to see her near the window looking outside .

" Assalamualaikum " I kneel down with a smile .

" Walekum Assalam " she said grumpily but didn't look my way .

" I guess someone is angry with me, " I said sitting on the door beside me .

" Yeah , because someone didn't keep her promise " she sounded angry .

" So someone is not gonna talk to me " I raise my eyebrows trying to peek at her face but she turns away .

Awww so cute .

" No "

I sigh " fine , I bought sweets but fine , I think I should go " I tried to stand up but she held my hand .

" If you dared to move then I will give you one tight slap " I flinched as she raised her hand .

But soon , she softly caressed my face with teary eyes " where were you Amira "

Tears slipped from the corner of my eyes as I hugged her tightly " I am sorry Ammi but I got married in haste I didn't have any choice " I put my head on her shoulder .

When I started coming here first , she didn't talk to me at all trying to avoid me at all possible but since I was so persistent I won her heart . She told me that I am reminded of her deceased daughter.

So I started to call her my Ammi and she treated me like her own daughter .

She joked that if she had a son then , she would make me marry him .

She wanted a daughter in law like me .

" You got married " she wiped my tears .

" Yeah …." I didn't tell her the truth .

" Does he treat you right " there was concern in her face .

I debated whether to tell her the truth or not but then I realised it's better if I don't , I don't want her to be worried for me .

" Yes , I am really happy with him, " I smiled .

She smiled sadly " you are not a good liar "

" And lying is bad, " she added .

I look down feeling tears brewing in my eyes .

" Things will be fine Ammi " I blink back the tears .

" I'm sure it will , you know why ?"

I nodded " with every hardship there is an ease " we both said in union .

I kept my head on her lap , while she caressed my cheek lovingly telling me about stories of the prophet and I listened to her attentively .

After waving everyone back , I sat in the car asking the driver to take me back home .

Home ….

Reaching half of the way , I realised I forgot my purse over there. I ask the driver to take me back .

I ran inside and went directly to the Ammu room only to halt in my step .

Hiding behind the pillar , my eyes widen . I saw Khalid kneeling down in front of Ammi begging her for something yet she didn't spare him a glance .

What is he doing here ???

" Ammi please…. Please look at me " I gasp covering my mouth .

"Ammi, " I whispered, astonished .

"Ammi is Khalid's real mother " I mutter in shock .