'O God,
bless Muhammad and his Household,
make Thy generosity intercede for my offenses,
follow up my evil deeds with Thy pardon,
repay me not with the punishment that is my proper repayment,
spread over me Thy graciousness,
wrap me in Thy covering,
and do with me what is done
by a mighty man,
when a lowly slave pleads to him
and he shows him mercy,
or a rich man,
when a poor slave submits himself
and he raises him to wealth!

O God,
I have no protector against Thee,
so let Thy might be my protector!
I have no intercessor with Thee,
so let Thy bounty be my intercessor!
My offenses have set me quaking,
so let Thy pardon give me security!

Not all that I have said rises up from
my ignorance of my evil footsteps
or forgetfulness of my blameworthy acts in the past,
but in order that Thy heaven and those within it
and Thy earth and those upon it
may hear the remorse which I have professed to Thee
and the repentance through which I have sought asylum with Thee.

Then perhaps one of them, through Thy mercy,
may show mercy upon my evil situation
or be seized by tenderness for my evil state.
There may come from him for my sake
a supplication to which Thou givest ear
more than to my supplication
or an intercession surer with Thee
than my intercession
through which I may be delivered from Thy wrath
and attain to Thy good pleasure!

O God,
if remorse is a repentance toward Thee,
then I am the most remorseful of the remorseful!
If refraining from disobedience is a turning back to Thee,
then I am the first of those who turn back!
If praying for forgiveness alleviates sins,
surely I am one of those who pray for Thy forgiveness!

O God,
as Thou hast commanded repentance
and guaranteed acceptance,
as Thou hast urged supplication,
and promised to respond,
so also bless Muhammad and his Household,
accept my repentance,
and return me not to the returning place
of disappointment in Thy mercy!
Surely Thou art Ever-turning toward the sinners,
All-compassionate toward the offenders who turn back!

O God,
bless Muhammad and his Household
just as Thou hast guided us by him!
Bless Muhammad and his Household
just as Thou hast rescued us through him!
Bless Muhammad and his Household,
with a blessing that will intercede for us
on the Day of Resurrection,
the day of neediness toward Thee!
Thou art powerful over everything,
and that is easy for Thee!

Lead me to the right path oh Allah. Accept my prayers and forgive me all my sins. My know and unknown misdeeds, my seen and unseen misdeed. Because You're the All Seeing, The All Hearing and The Knower of All. Oh Allah Lead me to Zainab. Wherever she is on this planet oh Allah make me fine my little sister again. Grant my parents Jannatul Firdaus and expose Alhaji Musa for all his misdeeds. Expose his secrets and other people like him, oh Allah expose them all. Where my son's soul is, oh Allah Grant him grant him paradise. And if he's alive somewhere, make me meet him again. The meeting between  Jacob and Joseph... Oh Allah make me meet my son Again if he's still alive. And my sister too..." After that, she recited some quranic verses to complete the prayer.

After praying, Humaira wiped away her sweaty and teary face, as she took her phone. She saw 10 missed calls from My Doctor.

He must have been waiting for me. Humaira thought as she walked downstairs to meet Zayn.

The mosque downstairs was mainly for men. That was where the ka'abah is placed. A big black mosque in the middle of the wide place, adorned with gold and diamond as if it was paradise. Humaira went downstairs, looking for Zayn and failing his number.

Meanwhile, Zainab too was there. She just met Khalid and asked him to take her pictures of her standing right next to the ka'abah. After taking her shots, she collected her phone to snap a selfie. Just positioning the camera, she saw a lady in the background. The one she had been waiting for earlier. Staring at her from her phone was as if watching a dream in reality... She quickly turned to the lady that was almost looking like her. They had so much resemblance.... Zainab didn't know when she uttered the name, "Humaira!"
As if everything was slow motioned, Humaira turned to her.

Lo and behold! It's her long lost sister, Zainab. Zainab! Humaira cried. She could believe her eyes. It was Zainab! Her own Zainab!

A rush of tears poured down their eyes as they ran towards each other, cuddling themselves in a warm, tight hug.

"Humaira... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you like that. The words I said. I should have talked to you in that manner. I'm so sorry sis... Please forgive me." Zainab cried.

"Shhh... don't say a word, Zee. Let me just hug you like this. Humaira's voice shivered as they held themselves tight in satisfaction.

Some passerbys were staring at the both of them but, tears kept dripping down the sisters' eyes like never before. Especially Humaira. She could feel the joy willing up in her soul like that of a fresh spring.

"I've missed you so much Zainab. It was my fault. I shouldn't have slapped you that day. A real sister shouldn't do that. I've been through a lot looking for you, Zee. I'm so happy to see you." She whispered in between grief and happiness. The deep sorrow which she felt so long ago, once again resurfaces, but now... She knew it was all over.

Just then, Khalid realized Humaira is her sister. And... She might have regained her memory since she recognized her first. Doctor Zayn too watched the sister's reunite. He couldn't fathom how someone missing in Nigeria was now found in Saudi Arabia.
'Was this all fate or  God's doing?' He thought.

Humaira held Zainab's face to see how much she has changed. It's been 5 months since she last saw her. 'How possible?' was the only thought on her mind as she wiped away Zainab's tears with her hands. It litrally took 5 minutes before they stopped hugging each other.

"How did you get here Zainab? Please explain to me?" Humaira muttered. Then, Zainab started narrating her own side of the story. She introduced Khalid to her as he explained how he mistakenly got into an accident with her and how she lost her memory.

"Subhanallah! But you remember me now, right?"

"Yes sister Humaira. How can I ever forget you. I think I remember everything now sis, I feel an heavy weight is taken out of me. I remember everything now sis!" They hugged each other once more.

"What about you? How did you get here?" Zainab curiously asked Humaira.

"It's a long story, zee but my doctor brought me here. This is doctor Zayn. She introduced. He's been my guide and support . He has helped me overcome my fears and given me a new reason to live. Coming here was all his idea." Humaira explained.

"Masha Allah! Wow, that's good. Zainab muttered. Is he your boyfriend?" She jerked.

Humaira felt stunned at the question. It's not like that Zee, were just friends.

"Friends... Really?!" She looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. Don't hide anything again from me sis, there's no secrets between us. Hope you know that.

"Well... Well..." Humaira was trying to explain when Doctor Zayn cut in.

"Don't mind her. She's my wife to be and we're not just friends." Doctor Zayn explained, looking at her awkwardly. Zainab host wore a mugged face, trying to hide it all. Well, stuff like these can't be hidden for so long. Especially withing siblings.

"Wow! You did a great job sis! You find yourself a doctor?!" She jumped on Humaira like a puppy.

"Shhh... We're in the mosque." Humaira tried to shush her sister as they walked outside.

Zainab hugged doctor Zayn as her soon to be brother-in-law. Hopefully, he would guide her through.

On their way out, Zayn searched his pocket. Humaira turned to him and wondered what must be missing...

What's up, Zayn. Did you miss something?

Yes. He replied her. I kept it here. Right here in my pocket.

"What is it, Zayn? Is it money or what? Yes dear. It's something very valuable. I don't think we should leave the mosque yet. I felt it in my pocket just a minute ago." He complained.

"Okay then, let's look for it. Khalid muttered. For some reason, he wasn't feeling so happy. He felt like there was going to be a rift of separation between he and Aliyah... No, Zainab. How would he go back home without her?" Several thoughts clouded in him mind as he searched for only God knows what was missing.

Others too were looking for it.

"Subhanallah! This mosque is fucking big, how do we find what we don't know?" Zainab hissed.

"Yes! I've found it!" They heard Zayn jerked happily as they turned to him.

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Words and Translations

-Madinah: Located 400km north of Makkah, Madinah (Medina) is the second holiest city in Islam. After learning of a plot to kill him, Mohamed (PBUH) and his followers left Makkah and entered Yathrib, which welcomed them. He renamed it Al Madinah.

-Masjid: Mosque.

-Du'a : Prayer.

-Masjid Al- Mukarramah: The holy mosque.

-Shopperholic: Someone that shops for live.

-Jalabbiyah : A long piece of cloth worn by Muslim men or women. Also known as Jalbab.

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Awwwwn... I almost cried writing this piece. Like seriously, it's so much fun.

What do you think would happen when the they get back to Nigeria? Khalid being sad, was that fair on his own side?
What do you think Zayn is looking for?