Chapter 251. Haseeb

She went inside the washroom, did her ablution, grabbed the prayer mat, and began her prayers. This place had become a source of newfound tranquility and peace for her now. There was a time when her belief in Allah had wavered badly. She didn’t believe in His Qudrat—His power. The strokes life had given her, again and again, made her that person.

But those blows were, somewhere, increasing her faith too. Only a single step of repentance was needed, which she happily took and got back to her God. She had reached that point of salvation where she, without any doubt, could rest all her matters to God.

When she was done praying, she raised her hands for Dua and prayed in front of her Lord. She addressed all her matters to Him, which made her restless. She prayed—prayed for his safe comeback, his well-being. She just prayed when tears made their way to her eyes. When those tears slid down her face, they eased her burden, lightened her heart, and strengthened her belief even