According to a well-known proverb, it’s been often said that the darkest hour is just before dawn.
That just before the sun finds its way out, the gloom that may descend may feel all-encompassing. But very often, we find the darkest hours of our life, followed by the most defining ones. And while I was waiting for the sunshine to kick in at that particular time in my life, I was definitely feeling as if the gloom was unending…
And of course it was due to the fact that since the previous week, my entire world had been turned upside down, and almost like instinct, I was clamming up inside, and building walls around me, retreating further into my own world.
And I was probably being a tad bit dramatic, but what had happened had affected me a lot more than I had ever anticipated. It was the most defining turn on events, a cutting edge kind of development that was waiting to explode into something very dangerous.
And I know what you’re thinking. My mind was consumed with worry but… It wasn’t about a guy. It was just, well… if Papa lost Zubair, well… who else would he have?
I couldn’t bear to ever break to him the truth of what I saw until I figured out exactly what was going on.
And during that week I had seen Zubair a few times… caught his eye on more than one occasion purposely this time… and although the unruly and romantic part of me would have loved to believe it was because he actually and finally realised I exist, I knew very well why his sudden interest in me had piqued.
He knew. And he knew that I knew, and suspected that I was probably the one that had ‘broken into’ his room. What was blocking the doorway was some kind of code blockage and when it was penetrated, he immediately suspected someone had been in there. He had figured that it was me, and he didn’t know how to ever ask me.
And in anguish, so unfolded the next week of my life…
“Jameela!” Nani was literally screaming in my face the following week, watching me as I tried to force spoonfuls of Weet Bix into my mouth, scrunching up my face as the sound almost burst my eardrum. “See how you are acting! Still sitting here in dreamland! Imagine what that boy will think if he sees you like this.”
My mind was miles away and Nani was already counting out the savouries for the afternoon and there I was, still wearing my butterfly pyjama bottoms with some mismatched top, and I honestly could not even care less.
Hopefully, he’ll run away, I wanted to say, but I didn’t because I knew that it wouldn’t go down very well with Nani.
Not only would she bite my head off, but she would probably also serve it to doctorsaab when he came. With some chutney on the side.
“Nani, there’s still time,” I mumbled, not wanting her to start stressing me out so early, getting up so unenthusiastically that she had no choice but to furrow her brow and look at me angrily.
Nani was the type who could not relax if she knew a big event was going to happen in the next few hours, not only would she be hyperventilating way in advance, but she would literally force everyone else to hyperventilate with her. For her, everything, from the place settings to the dust on the passage balustrade (in case someone decides to check) had to be sorted in advance.
The truth was, I wasn’t really stressed. Yet. Besides, I had plans for the morning already, and it didn’t involve the proposal that afternoon. I wasn’t the type to sit and dwell over something that could happen or build scenarios in my head. I was more the type to stress a few minutes before they came were due to come and act like a complete idiot in front of potential in-laws.
In the meantime, I would be expertly diverting my mind on more productive things, bonding with Cocoabean, reading the new book Nusaybah had lent me last on the breezy hammock under my favourite tree and just waltzing around the farmyard like I had no care in the world.
And even though I seemed all put together and relaxed, my mind was actually tirelessly alive with questions after seeing my uncle and him suggesting that London trip again. I had managed to keep Zubair out of my mind for the last day or so but after my uncles chat, there he was. Plaguing me again.
The truth was, my Mamajee was leaving in two weeks and Nusaybah was also going to be back in the UK by that time.
After this proposal and everything else that had happened recently, I just thought that this trip would be the best thing to divert my mind and attention.
And a diversion was precisely what the doctor ordered.
After all the drama last week and making Mohsina leave the South Coast early, I had to eventually message and tell her halfway that I wasn’t exactly ready to see the guy that day and the meeting had been postponed to the following week.
And I knew it was for the best, because I just couldn’t do it, and I was extremely apologetic but to my surprise… when Hamzah and Mos had actually come to visit us that week, she was in an extremely jolly mood.
And I thought she was going to press that issue about Zubair, but all she did was ask me if everything was okay, and if Zubair had been around recently and with Hamzah being in close proximity and literally not being able to take his eyes off my sister, I supposed she was distracted enough.
It was weird how they were never really romantic when they first got married, but now, the two of them looked like they had just come back from some kind of honeymoon getaway destination. It was a warm reminder that love can most definitely grow on you and although I was happy for them and the fact that Hamzah was actually seeming more in love with my sister than I had ever seen him before… I really couldn’t focus on anything besides what I had seen in the store room that day before.
I don’t know how I kept silent for so long. Or maybe, I had an overwhelming instinct to see this doctor guy and then run away to London, before I thought too much about the whole thing… and then deal with it all when I got back.
The fact was, it had invaded me. My dreams. My entire being. I was hopeless and could think of nothing else besides the fact that the two ideologies of Zubair that I had now in my mind were so contradictory.
All I could picture were all those weapons. Guns. Pistols. Revolvers. Dozens of them. A case full of daggers. Actual, silver daggers, as if we were in some prehistoric movie. And then a sealed suitcase of what looked like some kind of treasure chest, and I honestly did not want to know what was in there.
I shook my head, realising that I couldn’t still be obsessed with him after this.
I mean, who on earth even finds this stuff even appealing? I wasn’t some kind of forlorn damsel in distress. It was sick. Right? Whatever it was. Whatever his intention was here.
During my time wondering what on earth was going on, and convincing myself that the guy was way worse than I could ever imagine, before I knew I would have tell my father about my findings, I had come to three conclusions that may have been true:
1. The weapons belonged to him- a crazy gunman who went out every night and murdered people in their sleep. Why he hadn’t murdered us as yet was a mystery though, especially with Nani’s erratic outbursts. 2. The weapons were stolen. He was keeping some mafia peoples stash in our room, and protecting their crimes. It wasn’t impossible that he still had mafia connections.
3. He was an arms dealer who did this as his business on the side. And a killer. And probably a drug lord too.
But he was poor, and aren’t arms dealers rich?
It just wasn’t making sense and I wasn’t sure which option was the most disturbing.
I didn’t even know that I had it in me to laugh about it but there were times that I did, because it was just so bizarre.
I breathed in, realising my mind had been completely transformed that week from my springtime buzz to something a little more intense and completely bewildered.
Also, I didn’t exactly mention it to anyone but the book Nusaybah had lent me wasn’t quite helping either.
And I knew that Nusaybah obviously did not mean for me to sit and obsess over the story like I was some fool, but as I sunk into the book, devouring the thrilling tales, it felt like I was stuck in some prehistoric performance, where in my mind, there were the heroes and villains and battles were playing out before me.
What I didn’t quite know was who was who. Was Zubair a prince or a hero? Or was he, as Mohsina always predicted, a dangerously alluring villain?
And okay, it was gifted to her by someone, but what got me most was the stories of the most amazing Mujaahideen of Islam, and I supposed that it was just a coincidence that the Sahabah named Zubair bin Awwaam (RA) was mentioned in the book, and immediately caught my interest.
It was both thrilling and intoxicating, and it made me realise that as one continues to search through the books of our past, one would come to realize that the most influential people to have lived, were none other than the beloved companions of Rasulullah salla Llahu ‘alayhi wa sallam.
Motivated by none other than Rasulullah salla Llahu ‘alayhi wa sallam himself, their lives tell a tale of honesty, trustworthiness and the ultimate in self-sacrifice. It was unparalleled.
Thus, their noble qualities and outstanding character earned them the title of being the greatest and most successful group of people to have ever walked upon the face of the earth, after the ambiya’ ‘alayhimus salam.
What I had also learnt was that Zubair bin Awwaam (RA) was one of those people who was of the ten whom Rasul salla Llahu ‘alayhi wa Sallam testified would be in paradise and one of the members of the consultative committee. He embraced Islam as a young man, at the tender age of sixteen, and he was tortured because of It.
It was narrated that Zubair’s (RA) paternal uncle used to roll him up in a mat and hang it up, and then he would light a fire underneath so that the smoke would reach him…. Such torment to hold onto the gift of Islam.
And then came the part that struck my heart like a dagger in itself.
The first person to unsheathe his sword for the sake of Allah was Zubair ibn al ‘Awwam (RA).
Hz. Zubair (RA) was brought up by his mother (the aunty of Nabi (ﷺ)) since his father died when he was very young. Hz. Safiyya (RA) acted very carefully to educate her son. She sometimes beat him to prepare him for life. When some people saw her beating him, they said, “You break the heart of your son. You will destroy him.” She answered them as follows:
“I beat Zubair not because I dislike him but because I want him to become wiser, to be a man and to become a hero that will defeat armies and return with booty in the future.”
And as I read the story, I could honestly say that I was shocked at the parables that existed between this Sahabah and this young man who actually worked for us. Maybe my mind was running away with me but it was something that met me with complete surprise.
And even after everything, I knew that I had to shove it out of my head and approach the proposal with a little more optimism that day, hoping that this guy would come and sweep me off my feet completely.
I wanted to be healed from the hopelessness. To be cured from this silly infatuation.
Perhaps a doctor was exactly what I needed.
And of course, Nani had no doubt about it too. The house was buzzing since early morning, as I made my way up to my room to get ready after being yelled at countless times by Nani.
By the time Mohsina and Hamzah arrived with Zaid, dressed in a little suit-style romper that made me want to literally bite his cheeks off, I was actually feeling pretty hopeful.
“How are you feeling?” Mohsina asked with a smile, while she did my make up carefully, giving me a slightly smoky eyed look and some subtle warm tones on my skin.
I looked quite good, even if I said so myself. I had slipped on the pretty cream dress she had brought for me, turning to look at myself in the mirror as I spun around. I did hope that he found me passable.
I was actually getting a little more nervous as time egged on.
”I’m okay,” I said with a nod, trying to calm myself. “Actually, more than okay. I mean, the odds that he will be the one are pretty much minimal.”
It’s what I had convinced myself. Mohsina didn’t know much about my state of mind and though she had suspected the little crush I had previously, me seeing this guy today had put all her suspicions at bay.
I was trying to put on the role of the demure little girl and I was succeeding quite well.
“Just be you,” she said with her bright smile, as we watched the two cars pull into our driveway and gave me a wink. “And I’ll remind Nani not to be herself…”
I grinned as she shook her head, watching Nani floundering around even though everything was already as perfect as it could be.
Nani was abuzz with full kitchen duty as she got the eats ready. The all time favourite bajias and legendary samoosas were in preparation and Hamzah and Muhammad Husayn were very invested in the sampling until that point.
It took them a few minutes to get on their serious faces and go to the front to invite the visitors in, and by the time I entered the room, I could feel all eyes on me and honestly just wanted to run away.
Meeting one, the one with the family, wasn’t exactly what was expected. All I was doing was minding my own business while I munched on a Samoosa, trying to be as polite and obliging as possible, when Nani suddenly hissed to me from the door.
Now you see, this was the first time I was actually doing this thing. When Mohsina had her Samoosa runs, I was a lot younger than what I was then. Plus, I wasn’t exactly the type to notice stuff. And though I was trying to ignore Nani and her persistence, it was when she didn’t relent when I politely excused myself to see what she wanted, and she wasn’t on the least shy to say it.
”Why you sitting there like queen?” She hissed at me as I entered the kitchen. “You must serve tea to them. They will think you are lazy.”
She shoved the tea tray in my direction as I picked it up, trying to be as least sloppy as possible and hope that I didn’t make a fool of myself.
And I know what you thinking. That I can’t carry a simple tea tray. But honestly; it wasn’t even about that. Carrying a tray of hot drinks to a room to serve to people who could possibly be impacting your future in a significant way was extremely nerve wrecking.
I could literally feel them sizing me up as I did so, probably trying to ascertain if I was good enough for their darling doctorsaab.
When they’re all eyeing you out as if you were some kind of circus performer… well, that was something else completely.
Samoosa run nerves were no joke, and while the granny, mother and sisters all spoke animatedly as I successfully served the tea, I was honestly already feeling like my nerves were completely frazzled.
Well, until Hamzah knocked on the door to say the doctorsaab was waiting in the small lounge for me, and there I was again, a bundle of erratic nerves, trying to steady my legs as I walked past them and tried to ignore Mohsina’s penetrating gaze on me.
And as I entered, I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but I did expect him to be handsome. I just didn’t think that he would look quite like how he did. Good features. Tall. Slightly broad shouldered. Almost as if he was too handsome.
And as I walked into the room and Mohsina pulled the door slightly closed, he lifted his gaze and stood up, I was certain I saw a look of surprise on his face.
What surprised him, I wasn’t quite sure yet…
”Salaams,” he said with a wide smile, and he reminded me a bit of Ken. Like, Barbie Ken. “I’m Muneer. Great to finally meet you Jameela. I heard a lot about you.”
I wonder what his Dadi had been telling him.
He seemed rehearsed. Or maybe he was just very experienced with meeting girls. But it didn’t matter.
This was just weird. I felt like I was on a blind date. Not a Samoosa run.
He was looking at me openly, as I looked down and took a seat, before he probably realised what he appeared like and then quickly looked away. I mumbled a reply, trying to be as audible as possible.
“How are you?”
The question was natural and I couldn’t help but feel the need to be honest. Not a bad start so far. There was hope.
“Nervous,” I said with a tiny laugh. “Sorry, it’s my first time and I haven’t really met anyone before this…”
Oh gosh, tmi.. I sounded stupid.
He raised his eyebrows.
“You can’t be serious,” he said, his smile faltering as if he didn’t believe me. “You haven’t spoken to a guy before?”
Did he think I was putting it on?
“I mean,” I started, looking down and feeling like my cheeks were burning. “I haven’t… don’t really go out much and…”
Oh damn, why was I sounding like a nutcase. This guys intimidating gaze was disturbing.
“I meant, I don’t quite know how this whole thing works …”
His smile was open and a little staged. Maybe he was just a good actor.
“Me neither,” he said, his gaze softening slightly. For a minute, he seemed nice-ish. “But I mean, it’s hard to believe that you don’t have guys all over you. I didn’t believe my grandmother, when she told me that you were pretty. She says that about a lot of girls and she’s always wrong.”
I widened my eyes as I glanced at him, and he spoke again.
“You’re beautiful,” he said smoothly with a wink, and I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows at his open compliment.
Oh. Emm. Geeee.
Smooth. Too smooth. These were the guys I needed to look out for.
Here I was, stuck on an unassuming farm in the middle of nowhere and this guy was from a different, unhinged, kind of world.
”How old are you Jameela?” he asked, and I wondered why he hadn’t asked his grandmother that question.
“Nineteen,” I said softly, still not able to fully formulate words.
I was still extremely nervous. Even more so, realising this guy wasn’t. My heart was beating erratically and my mouth was dry and parched, as if I didn’t drink water the whole day. I wasn’t even sure what to think of him.
“And what about you?” I managed to say.
“Twenty six. I’m ancient for you,” he said with a grin. Shame. He seemed okay. And then he continued. “But I don’t mind the age gap if you don’t…”
Okay. Why was this guy sounding so suggestive? Or was it my imagination?
I didn’t realise that I was literally backing away until he looked at me and cocked his head.
”I promise I won’t bite,” he said with another alluring smile.
Mohsina didn’t warn me about this. This was a bit much, even if I say so myself. I wasn’t like her, all used to attending board meetings and conversing with men so easily. I didn’t quite like the attention either. I just wasn’t used to it.
Also, I needed to ask him questions else it would seem that I was just waiting for him to compliment me.
”It’s okay,” I said automatically, and I moved back a little on the couch to put more space between us.
Okay, it wasn’t so bad. I couldn’t figure this guy out yet.
My hands were all clammy and twitchy as I looked down at the carpet, feeling him staring at me.
He was just being nice. Right.
“So you must be busy in the week?” I said quickly, changing the subject. “What do you do for fun?”
He smiled easily. He seemed so calm. Like he met new girls every day. Maybe he did.
”Plenty of things,” he said easily. “I like to keep myself fit. When I need to unwind, it’s gym and swimming, sometimes cycling. Now and then there’s a night we go out with friends, but that’s only when I don’t have to work the next day. If I have a wife, that will all change of course. I want to give her all my free time.“
Perfect answer. Almost too perfect.
He was great. Really nice. Attractive. Fair, like white fair. Which I personally didn’t think was great because I was about 4 shades darker than him (maybe about 7 with the sunburn).
Okay, superficialities aside… I was just uncomfortable with this situation in general because it was something new…
“And what about you?” He asked, looking at me intently for a minute. “What do you do for fun?”
”Well,” I started, trying to make it sound a bit more interesting. “I read. A lot, and anything I can find. Help Papa with the coffee shop, and sometimes I spend time with our uncles horse-“
”Ooh, a horse?” He cut in with an impressed nod, and then broke into a low, rumble-like chuckle. “Funny story. One of the docs at the hospital have a horse. He’s a junior, right, not like the position I have… where I’m head of the department, but he’s a great guy. So the other day he invited me to come riding with him, you know… as a hobby. I think that I’ll take him up next time. We can have something in common.”
I paused, forgetting what I was saying before that. Errr. Okay.
”Ah yes, you’re a doctor?” I said, and it was about the only thing I could think of saying.
Like I could forget.
I mean, although I was really trying to keep myself with the best character here but I was no Sahabi calibre. Patience was wearing thin. But I had to try or Nani would be done my throat.
I was supposed to be the one talking, but somehow I couldn’t even get back to that.
I wanted to ask him more, like about Mosque and his Salaah but he didn’t even notice the questioning look on my face.
Just nodded proudly, straightening up as he edged a bit closer to me. The whiff of his perfume was a little bit intoxicating, even as I tried to move away.
Talk about Zinaa of the nose. I looked down as he spoke, feeling a little more self conscious.
“I’ll be specialising next year,” he said seriously, almost as if it was the natural thing to do. “So it’s going to be a tough few years. Medicine is no walk in the park. I’m going to be straight up and say that I need someone who will be okay with being on their own for long hours.”
”Oh,” I said with a nod, taking in his rough stubble around his chin.
No beard. Not even the beginning of one. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was waiting for him to ask a question but he didn’t seem interested. Instead, he carried on speaking.
He seemed like he was very much into himself. Possibly even more than Nani was.
“I applied for gynaecology and obstetrics. That’s where the money is, everyone says,” he said with an obvious, doctor-like look.
“I’ve already helped to deliver a few babies and I kind of like the whole idea of being a part of something so life-changing. It’s just that it’s a good few years and a lot of intense studying , but you’re pretty young so that’s definitely a bonus if we hit it off. We can wait a few years and see what happens from there.”
“Wait a few years?” I said, blinking. “For kids, you mean?”
It was a little awkward but an important question and I could feel my cheeks burning after I said it. This guy didn’t get embarrassed for a thing though.
“I suppose if you want kids,” he said easily, putting his hands out, long fingers splayed, not finding the question awkward at all.
“Actually I think I would like a few rugrats.”
I loved kids.
“Maybe 3 or 4,” he continued, as if he was counting consumable expenses. “Your sister has one right?“
”She does,” I nodded, getting ready to say how much I loved Zaid even though he wasn’t my biological nephew but Mr. Full-of-Himself was already onto the next part.“He’s cute I suppose,” he said with a neutral look. What? Zaid was more than cute. “And I know you didn’t study or anything so you’ll be looking after them and I won’t have to stress about the details, so it will all be cool. Have as many as you want. I’ll be earning the big bucks.”
“I think parenting is a joint effort,” I said with a small smile, trying to hide my annoyance. “Both parties have a role to play.“
I didn’t want to raise kids without a father around, even if he was a doctor. Anyway, I wasn’t even thinking that far.
”Women are in charge of the nitty gritty,” he said confidently, holding his hands up as if dusting them clean. “Dad’s a doctor too. My mother did everything on her own. You know how it is when you’re the man of the house. Can’t exactly tell them I can’t make it because my wife is throwing a tantrum. A woman must know her place.”
I got what he was saying.
He was so matter of fact when talking, then I honestly felt like stalking off.
But of course I couldn’t. Smile and bear it.
He was still droning on about his valuable experience in the field and how he had gotten this amazing post overseas and turned it down because family was important, and for a minute I kind of blanked out there, wondering why I was finding this all so shallow and boring.
And then suddenly, he was showing me his new weird orange sports watch and the topic was changed and he went on about something completely unrelated.
Was this guy on something? He just seemed… a bit, erratic.
“…and you know how it is with mind and body nutrition, you have to be on top of it…”
Wait. Why was he coming closer? I could see his watch from where I was.
“…. and so i told the guy, you know, I have to have like thirty full minutes of cardio and thirty minutes with weights ‘cos these babies, they don’t come for free…”
He was now in my face and pointing at his biceps and I couldn’t help but swallow nervously as he literally yanked up his shurt sleeve and flexed them in my face, forcing me to stare at his veiny, ripped arms with disturbing interest.
Steroids. He was definitely on those. No question about that.
Awkward was not the word.
I have never been so mortified in my entire adult life.
“… so I told him my famous line that I pull out for all the members. Nothing comes easy, you know, hard work and determination is the key…”
And as I sat there with my cheeks flaming up heatedly and him going on and on, before it took me a few seconds to notice that though I had been on one end of the couch and he had been on the other… he was suddenly now a lot closer than he had been before, showing off all his muscular protrusions as if there was nothing else in the world that mattered to him.
Or me. Or whatever.
The guy was obsessed. With himself.
Before I knew it, he was still edging closer and closer and if he didn’t stop, I would be all squashed up in the corner of the couch.
He was still going on about how demanding specializing is (at least he put his muscles away) and finding the time to keep himself the way he was, (as if he was the most alluring man to ever walk the earth). He was animatedly describing the processes of training and weight lifting and the only thing I could think of doing before he came any closer was grabbing the plate of bajias from the table and shoving it in his face, hoping it would distract him.
It was a last resort. Almost as if on instinct, my hand was now somewhere in midair, armed with the almost full plate of Nani’s famous bajias.
To say he was slightly taken aback was an understatement.
Honestly, I never thought I would see the day that Nani’s bajias saved the day.
His nose crinkled, almost in disgust, as I looked up at him and swallowed, hoping he would at least take one to shove it in his mouth so he could find another use for it besides talking.
Instead, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at the bajias in distaste. I always knew that one day I would be eternally grateful for Nani’s love and support through this whole process.
“I don’t eat those things,” he said with a frown, shifting about a meter back as he raised his perfect eyebrows at me, looking absolutely appalled.
“Weren’t you listening to a thing I said?”
Mission Revive a Sunnah: Avoiding Suspicion
Many times, messages, post and videos go viral on social media. It creates a frenzy of discussion and debates and often leads us to jump to untrue conclusions.
Giving people the benefit of the doubt is part of the Sunnah. We should also avoid reposting anything that we don’t know the source of or which we cannot verify.
Abu Hurairah (Radiallaho Anho) reported that Nabi (Sallahu Alaihi Wa Sallam) said something to the effect: “Be aware of suspicion for suspicion is the worst of lies.”
May Allah Ta’ala save us from being suspicious and harbouring ill thoughts of others.
He replied: “By Allah! To us The Prophet (Sallalahu Alaihi wa Sallam) was dearer to us than our riches our children and our mothers, and was more cherishable than a drink of water at the time of severest thirst.”
SubhaanAllah… what perfect imaan they had… May Allah enable us to practise..💕
Omw, ken is so self centred
Uhh , well clearly she wasnt paying attention to his diet😂 zina of of the nose🤣🤣🤣
Well i pray i dont have such a samoosa run
I think it’s an epic fail for both unfortunately for nanis hopes, they’re to be dashed
Shukran for this light hearted chapter🌷
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Indeed he is something else … had a lot of fun imagining his character. 👅
I wonder if he thought it went well ? He seems oblivious to actual emotion…Hehehehe
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السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
Oh my Allah I love this, its so crazy yet realistic…am I the only one that’s laughing aloud while reading this ? And since its so early my family think I’ve lost it, coz laughing loudly this early is crazy, even for me.
Lots of Du’aas that our author is always blessed with Aafiyah💚
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Wslm. Lol, yes, it was a pretty hilarious account… shame, Jameela must be quite scarred 🙈
Hehehehe. Shukran dear sister, may Allah keep you smiling always ❤️
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This post was thee most hilarious yet ! I had to literally keep schooling my face into a neutral expression coz my parents were sitting right here !!
Mashallah your writing is excellent 💯
Jazakallah for a wonderful start to the day 💕
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They were probably looking at you all weird, not sure how you managed that, shukran sister! ❤️❤️And shukran to you for reading 💕💕
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It was absolutely reciting to see the guy yse his mouth only and only to talk only himself but it was absolutely hilarious..
I’m sure doctorsaab is the last dose our poor jamz needs at the moment.. ay the drama.. flexing his veiny biceps🤣🤣🤣.. it all comes with hard work you know..
I think a punch of hamzah would help the poor guy shut his big very very loud mouth..😉🙈
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lol, poor doctorsaab, he probably does not know what he appears like 🙈🙈
Hamzah will probably be very tempted… heheh
Shukran sister 💜
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Gosh. Just let poor Jamz walk out or send someone to her rescue. Dear lord, Nani shouldn’t like him
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Subhanallah. That was so hilarious. Jazakillah khayr ukhti Allah swt also make you laugh . After stressful times this was a good laugh. Subhanallah the story of Hz Zubair rad so heart rendering. Would like nani witnessing how her bajias were insulted … xx
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After all the suspense this post was soo worth it!!!!
All the goodness packed in one post..
Jazakallah for capturing the nervousness we have to go through in Samoosa runs.
Well written as always
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Love the stories of Zubair (r.a.)
Our Zubair is not up to anything bad!!!!
Our Zubz is doing Jihaad training 💞 or teaching and arming people for self defense…maybe he was even planning to ask if he can do it on the farm….ooohhh a shooting range! Sooo many good possibilities! Why think in the negative?!
A very important sunnah too….to be equipped to defend yourself 🔫⚔️🗡️
Hhh…first samoosa run nerves!
Eish…poor thing! At least she can chalk it down to an experience never to forget…hhhhh
Will Nani even understand why she can’t marry him…orrrr will the offering of Nani’s lifesaver bajias do the trick and turn him away all on their own?!!!
I’m thinking this Muneer guy needs a psychologist!
Shame…maybe he hasn’t learnt the correct and respectful way to treat the women in his life, especially with an upbringing like that!
And also how to behave in front of na mahrams…eish poor uneducated soul!
But, ultimately, I know I’d like it to end with Zubair as her husband, of course!💓
Eaaaagerly looking forward to the next post.
جزاك اللّٰه خيرا
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Wow, lol, this is amazing… the possibilities. Indeed!! I’m sure papa will be excited with that new venture… ! 👅
Lol, yes, I do feel the guy may be borderline kuku and narcissistic… 🙈 hehe, but we shall see if he actually proposes or not… I wonder what Jameela will think about that … heheh
Shukran for reading sister! 💕
Lol.. I felt like rescuing poor Jameela myself
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Lol, me too… 🙈
This is some crazy SR!!! He was annoying me sooo much and the voice I had of him in my head as I’m reading was also getting on my nerves!!! For real!! Bechari poor jameela! Allah save us from such!
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Lol, I would love to hear that voice! Shukran sister 💕
Gosh Jamz just grab those gorgeous bhajias and run from there!! Anyone who doesn’t appreciate a good bhajia is not worth it😋the way i grinned while reading it was so hilarious 🤣 Jazakallah for this post
What is zubair up to I can’t imagine. I love the one readers comment about jihad training and maybe opening a shooting range. Omg archery!!! I need to read more. The suspense is too much
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Lol, if I was her I would have done just that. Shukran sister! ❤️
That really is a very interesting way to look at it, but we shall see what zubair is up to…! 💕
Jazakillaah Khair for the lovely post❤️
I laughed so hard at the end😂😂😂
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Aameen, shukran for reading sister 💜❤️
Lol u made me laugh so much at midnight. May Allah Ta’ala keep u happy always.
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Hehe; Aameen 💕
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When’s the next post? Nothing posted on Saturday??
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Sorry, I’m a bit delayed, I will post by tonight InshaAllah 💕
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Jazakallah khair 😘
Really love your writing😍
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Aameen, shukran sister ❤️