A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.” — ...

Samiya p.o.v

As I stood alone in the elegant room, my heart pounded against my chest, matching the rhythm of my racing thoughts. The anticipation and nervousness surged through me as I prepared to embrace a new chapter in my life. Tonight was the night, the night I would share with the love of my life, my partner in everything, my soulmate. It was our first night together as husband and wife.

I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The radiance of my bridal attire seemed to illuminate the room, but my eyes betrayed the tremor within. Thoughts cascaded through my mind like an unstoppable whirlwind, questioning the unknown that awaited me mere moments away.

Images of our journey together flashed before my eyes, from the first time he smiled at me to the day he gave a proposal to my father pledging his love and desire to spend a lifetime with me. And now, here I stood, mere moments away from dissolving the barrier between us, ready to embark on a profound and intimate connection.

Despite the multitude of conversations and whispers I had shared with my closest confidantes about this sacred act, nothing prepared me for the overwhelming vulnerability I felt. Would I be enough for him? Would the love we had nurtured and cherished throughout the years transfer seamlessly to this new realm of physical affection? These thoughts waged a silent war within me, threatening to cast a cloud of doubt on what was supposed to be a night filled with unadulterated joy.

As the door creaked open, my heart leaped, and my breath hitched. Standing before me was the man who had captured my heart and soul with his unwavering love and boundless support. His eyes, filled with unwavering devotion, mirrored my own emotions. The veil of nervousness that shrouded my being slowly began to lift, as his presence alone calmed my restless spirit.

He approached me with a gentle smile " Assalamualaikum ( may peace be upon you ) his voice so sincere and soft, caressing my ears like a soothing melody.

" Walekum assalam ( may peace be upon you too ) " I replied shyly .

He sat on the edge of the bed and I didn't dare to look up . Softly his hand raised and touched, as light as a feather, brushed against my cheek, and in that moment, all doubts melted away. It was a reminder that we were embarking on this journey together, that our love was an unbreakable bond, stronger than any worries or uncertainties that haunted my mind.

Third person p.o.v

Few weeks later….

A cosy living room, bathed in warm sunlight. Asad sits on the couch, worriedly flipping through a newspaper. He glances up as his daughter, Mannat enters the room. She carries an air of sadness, her shoulders slumped and her gaze distant.

He watches her for a moment, concerned about etching his face. He puts the newspaper down on the coffee table and pats the spot beside him.

It's starting to make him really worried , Mannat has stop being rebellious behaviour or stubborn anymore , she doesn't even refuse anything to do though it's a good thing but the sadness looming over her face after Samiya marriage is getting really concerning matter.

" Mannat  come sit with me princess " he asked softly .

Mannat offers a small smile and joins her father on the couch, sinking into its comforting embrace. Asad gently places his arm around her, pulling her closer.

" I've noticed that you seem down lately. Is everything okay, Mannat " his voice filled with concern

Instead of answering she just smiled " nothing dad… just trying to figure out something "

With that she got up and left .

Mannat p.o.v

I stood by the window, peering out into the vast expanse of the night sky. The moon, radiant and distant, cast its gentle glow upon the world below. There it hung, like a lonely beacon in the darkness, just as my heart felt in this moment. As I fixed my gaze upon its ethereal beauty, a list of melancholic emotions washed over me, leaving my heart shattered and heavy.

  Like a reflection of my own emotional turmoil, the moon seemed to weep for me. Its cold silver hue mirrored the tears that fell silently down my cheeks. I yearned to be soothed, to find solace in the moon's gentle presence, but even its tranquil beauty couldn't mend my broken heart.

As I continued to stare, my heartache melded seamlessly with the moon's desolate elegance. I heard a knock on my door .

" Who is it ?" I question not moving an inch .

The door creaks open and my mother appears whom I haven't even talked to properly . I don't know how many months .

She came and stood beside me staring at the moon .

" You know Mannat , when I was young and your age , I always used to fight with my mother , thinking she would never understand me . I used to say hurtful things without even thinking and now I am at her place… " then she look at my side " and you are mine "

" I thought she never understand me but the truth was I never understood her and that's exactly happening with us sweetheart I love you  as much as I love Samiya I  have never made any differentiate between you and her but yes I made some mistakes and I want to apologise to you " I look at her surprise .

" I am just a human like not perfect but I want to mend our relationship again  " My heart clenched as I saw the tears in her eyes .

I looked down " don't …I wasn't the best daughter either " I said holding back tears.

She gently places a beautifully adorned Quran on my hand .

" Mannat , my dear, I know that your heart feels heavy right now. But remember, in this blessed book lies the guidance and solace we seek "

I raise my eyes, glancing at the Quran. I sigh  deeply, my voice filled with sorrow.

" I don't understand, Mom. Why does everything feel so difficult? Why do I feel lost and broken? "

She places a comforting hand on my shoulder, her  voice conveying warmth and love.

" Every soul will face trials and tribulations, my love. It's a part of life. But it's during these moments that seeking guidance from the Quran will bring you peace and rejuvenate your spirit. "

I picked up the Quran, my fingers gently caressing the golden embossed cover.

" How can a book understand my pain, Mom? It's just words on pages " I ask confused .

She leans closer to me, tenderly wiping away a tear from my cheek.

She smiles " My child, the Quran holds more than just words; it is filled with the wisdom and mercy of Allah. You see, every verse is a beacon of hope, a source of comfort meant to heal the brokenness of our hearts "

I gazed at my mother for a moment, searching for something, before her eyes shifted back to the Quran.

" But how do I begin, mom? I don't even know where to start." I whisper, scared .

My mother takes a deep breath, her voice filled with reassurance.

" We start wherever your heart desires, my dear. You can begin by opening the Quran to any page and reading a verse or chapter. Or you can seek out specific topics for guidance. Remember, it's not about finishing it all at once; it's about finding solace and meaning in each verse you read, " she said .

I clutched the Quran to my chest, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes.

" May Allah grant you peace, my child, and may the words of the Quran be a guiding light in your darkest moments " she whispered with hope.

I couldn't help but hug her symbolisingy the love and support I share.

End of the day it's always your mother who understands your unsaid words….

Indeed mother's are the biggest blessings of this world .

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Okay another update hope you all are liking it so far.... Just want to give some heads up soon things are going to take a 360 degree turn in Mannat and Zunaid life..... So just wait and enjoy ..

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