Meanwhile, inside the car, Jasmine wiped her tears again and again, hoping it would relieve the heaviness in her chest, but it didn’t help.
Instead, the jealousy in her heart kept burning even stronger.
Whenever she secretly turned to look at him, she saw that he was smiling or laughing on the phone.
After about 15 minutes, he finally returned.
She quickly turned her face away from him without even realizing she had done so.
He looked at her and said:
“Hmm… did I keep you waiting?”
She didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
His voice made her heart soften a little.
As if she didn’t want to talk, she simply replied:
“It’s nothing.”
---
As they began driving, a light but steady rain started falling.
The windows were closed, so he drove quickly until they reached home and parked.
When he stepped out, he walked around and opened her door.
He didn’t say anything, but he looked closely at her, noticing that she seemed very upset.
Her heart was beating fast, and the cold air from the rain and the trees around the house made her shiver.
“Come on,” he said, holding her hand.
The sound of the rain falling made her even more nervous, especially the way he looked at her without blinking.
Without arguing, she placed her hand in his.
Suddenly, he lifted her up in his arms.
She quickly hid her face against his chest as he carried her to the steps of the house and set her down.
Looking at her strangely, he said:
“Go inside. I’ll come.”
With a shy expression, she answered softly:
“Okay.”
---
He turned back while she stood there watching him.
He returned to the car and took out her ice cream and her phone.
She quickly ran inside the house.
When she entered her room, she threw herself onto the bed, expecting that he would soon bring her things.
But when almost 20 minutes passed without him coming, she got up to remove her clothes.
“Ouch! Innalillahi! I’m in trouble!”
Her hair had gotten caught in the zipper of her dress while she was trying to remove it quickly.
Because she was rushing, the ribbon tying her hair slipped off and fell to the floor.
With difficulty, she pulled the dress down slightly to cover her thighs.
Her eyes filled with tears because of the pain in her scalp.
She struggled carefully to free the hair, almost crying.
---
At the door, Ashween had been watching her for about two minutes without her knowing.
He quietly walked closer.
Suddenly she felt his soft hand over hers.
With one movement, he gathered all her hair gently to one side and carefully freed the strands caught in the zipper.
Embarrassment overwhelmed her.
Her back was almost exposed, and she rarely wore a bra.
“Thank you…”
she said softly with her head lowered, fidgeting nervously.
He said nothing.
He placed her ice cream and a black gift bag beside her.
Even she didn’t know where that bag came from.
The other one was the one he bought earlier for her and Salma.
“Here,” he said, pointing to her phone.
“Good night.”
Like lightning, he disappeared from the room.
---
Without wasting time, she opened the large gift bag.
Inside a matte black box, she found a beautiful fitted white dinner gown.
She screamed but quickly covered her mouth.
“Oh my God! This is so beautiful!”
She jumped around happily.
After calming down, she opened the second gift bag.
Inside were perfumes and brand-new Italian shoes.
Her mouth remained open in amazement.
She didn’t even care about putting the items away properly.
She immediately called Salma, and they continued chatting from where they had stopped earlier.
Eventually, sleep carried her away.
---
Meanwhile, Ashween didn’t even look at his bed.
He sat quietly on his couch, thinking about something he had seen on Jasmine’s phone.
His heart was beating heavily.
He whispered slowly:
“No… no… Jasmine…”
“Do you… love me?”
---
Six Powerful Phrases for Remembering Allah
1. Astaghfirullah
2. HasbiyaAllahu wa ni’mal wakeel
3. La hawla wa la quwwata illa billah
4. Ya Dhal-Jalali wal-Ikram
5. Allahumma salli ala nabiyyil ummiyyi wa aalihi wa sallim (Durood Sharif)
6. La ilaha illa Allah wahdahu la sharika lah, lahul mulk wa lahul hamd wa huwa ala kulli shay’in qadeer
Whoever keeps these phrases regularly will not lack what they ask Allah for — protection, health, provision, peace of mind, relief from sadness, children, patience, endurance, trust in Allah, tranquility, closeness to Paradise, honor with Allah, and increase in faith.
A housewife can recite them quietly while doing daily chores like sweeping, washing, cooking, or walking, instead of gossiping or thinking about useless matters.
SO MAKAMIN CUTA
“No, wait… please calm down.
Let’s finish talking about Zahida first.”
So they continued their conversation.
Meanwhile, inside the car, Jasmine wiped her tears again and again, hoping it would relieve the heaviness in her chest, but it didn’t help.
Instead, the jealousy in her heart kept burning even stronger.
Whenever she secretly turned to look at him, she saw that he was smiling or laughing on the phone.
After about 15 minutes, he finally returned.
She quickly turned her face away from him without even realizing she had done so.
He looked at her and said:
“Hmm… did I keep you waiting?”
She didn’t answer.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
His voice made her heart soften a little.
As if she didn’t want to talk, she simply replied:
“It’s nothing.”
---
As they began driving, a light but steady rain started falling.
The windows were closed, so he drove quickly until they reached home and parked.
When he stepped out, he walked around and opened her door.
He didn’t say anything, but he looked closely at her, noticing that she seemed very upset.
Her heart was beating fast, and the cold air from the rain and the trees around the house made her shiver.
“Come on,” he said, holding her hand.
The sound of the rain falling made her even more nervous, especially the way he looked at her without blinking.
Without arguing, she placed her hand in his.
Suddenly, he lifted her up in his arms.
She quickly hid her face against his chest as he carried her to the steps of the house and set her down.
Looking at her strangely, he said:
“Go inside. I’ll come.”
With a shy expression, she answered softly:
“Okay.”
---
He turned back while she stood there watching him.
He returned to the car and took out her ice cream and her phone.
She quickly ran inside the house.
When she entered her room, she threw herself onto the bed, expecting that he would soon bring her things.
But when almost 20 minutes passed without him coming, she got up to remove her clothes.
“Ouch! Innalillahi! I’m in trouble!”
Her hair had gotten caught in the zipper of her dress while she was trying to remove it quickly.
Because she was rushing, the ribbon tying her hair slipped off and fell to the floor.
With difficulty, she pulled the dress down slightly to cover her thighs.
Her eyes filled with tears because of the pain in her scalp.
She struggled carefully to free the hair, almost crying.
---
At the door, Ashween had been watching her for about two minutes without her knowing.
He quietly walked closer.
Suddenly she felt his soft hand over hers.
With one movement, he gathered all her hair gently to one side and carefully freed the strands caught in the zipper.
Embarrassment overwhelmed her.
Her back was almost exposed, and she rarely wore a bra.
“Thank you…”
she said softly with her head lowered, fidgeting nervously.
He said nothing.
He placed her ice cream and a black gift bag beside her.
Even she didn’t know where that bag came from.
The other one was the one he bought earlier for her and Salma.
“Here,” he said, pointing to her phone.
“Good night.”
Like lightning, he disappeared from the room.
---
Without wasting time, she opened the large gift bag.
Inside a matte black box, she found a beautiful fitted white dinner gown.
She screamed but quickly covered her mouth.
“Oh my God! This is so beautiful!”
She jumped around happily.
After calming down, she opened the second gift bag.
Inside were perfumes and brand-new Italian shoes.
Her mouth remained open in amazement.
She didn’t even care about putting the items away properly.
She immediately called Salma, and they continued chatting from where they had stopped earlier.
Eventually, sleep carried her away.
---
Meanwhile, Ashween didn’t even look at his bed.
He sat quietly on his couch, thinking about something he had seen on Jasmine’s phone.
His heart was beating heavily.
He whispered slowly:
“No… no… Jasmine…”
“Do you… love me?”
---
Six Powerful Phrases for Remembering Allah
1. Astaghfirullah
2. HasbiyaAllahu wa ni’mal wakeel
3. La hawla wa la quwwata illa billah
4. Ya Dhal-Jalali wal-Ikram
5. Allahumma salli ala nabiyyil ummiyyi wa aalihi wa sallim (Durood Sharif)
6. La ilaha illa Allah wahdahu la sharika lah, lahul mulk wa lahul hamd wa huwa ala kulli shay’in qadeer
Whoever keeps these phrases regularly will not lack what they ask Allah for — protection, health, provision, peace of mind, relief from sadness, children, patience, endurance, trust in Allah, tranquility, closeness to Paradise, honor with Allah, and increase in faith.
A housewife can recite them quietly while doing daily chores like sweeping, washing, cooking, or walking, instead of gossiping or thinking about useless matters.
May Allah grant us success.