Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 62

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Must Read: The Silent Lover - Season 1 - Episode 62

That night, a totally new Deeba was born.

The next morning, after offering her prayers, she made a promise to Allah that she’d never willingly disobey him. That, she’d try her best to avail the glorious chance He had given her.

She also thanked Him with all her might for showing her the righteous path.

After that, she sat on the place of her prayers with calm, content mind and satisfied face, thinking about various possibilities.

She remembered her mother once saying that, ” So sad, we begin to understand our religion and our life only in the end. And then, it seems like we’ve wasted our whole life.”
She didn’t want to do the same, certainly.

Maybe she’ll look for something new, something challenging in her life. She had gone through four years of college and still don’t know what she wanted to do.

Making her mind, she rose and dialed someone’s phone number and emptied all of her heart.

Days spent by then, but she couldn’t forget what she had seen, nor did she want to. She felt a big change in herself now. Her life suddenly had become very meaningful. Now she was living for some purpose, not like an animal that only lives to drink, eat, sleep and have fun.

She was vaccuming the carpets in her house one morning when the phone rang. She pushed her hair out of her face, switched off the vaccum cleaner, and went to the living room to answer it.

“Assalamu alaikum and good morning my daughter.” A voice said cheerfully.

She felt a small tingle of happiness charge through her.

“Maulana uncle?” She said aloud. “It’s so good to hear from you. Have you searched somethig for me yet?”
“Yes, this is the reason why I called you.” He said in a deep voice. “I’ve searched a school for you. It’s new. The teachers are nice, the atmosphere is good and the people are very caring and friendly.”
“Where is it?”
“Not very far from here.” He told her. “Plus, they have their own transport system.”
“That will do pretty good.” She said, satisfied. “What’s the name by the way?”
“It’s called, A S I…..AhleBait’s School of Islam.”
“Okay, Thank you. I will come and see you soon.” She said smiling.

“See you then.” He said and disconnected the call.

Eversince she told Aariz about what she had in mind, he advised her to look for an Islamic school where her knowledge on the religion will be improved. He introduced her to Maulana Uncle who promised to look for a good one for her as soon as possible.

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“Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.”
There was a complete silence in the classroom, and they could hear each other’s breathing.

“All of us should be very patient. Especially women should really have the wealth of patience and tolerance. A woman who has control over her temper is very successful in all fields of her life, especially in her married life.” She finished writing on the board and turned to face her students.

“So, my dear students, I was saying that…..” She addressed them in the sweetest, feminine voice.

“Devil has entered into our homes in the forms of English, American and Indian movies.

Now you can see couples kissing, having s*x, women dancing on the television screen in almost every home. Innocent children and teenagers are visiting adult sites on internet, accidentally or willingly. Innocence is fading away; people are becoming senseless day by day. Love for the world is increasing and love for the hereafter is decreasing. Now, we have more fear of people than we have of Allah.”
“Madam, you said people are becoming senseless. Could you please explain it further?” A teenage girl from the back rows asked, confused.

“Yes, why not Sakina.” She replied modestly.

Her voice had a musical quality in it, very impressive and effective.

“Being senseless means, when you lose the sense to differentiate between bad and good deeds. When you’re unable to distinguish between what’s good and what’s bad, religiously, you’ll be called a senseless person.” She explained. “Let me give you some examples.”
For a moment, she remained silent, like she was chosing her words and then she proceeded,
“Why is it so hard to tell the truth but yet so easy to tell a lie?” She asked. “Why are we so sleepy in the mosque but right when the prayer is over, we suddenly wake up? Why is it so hard to talk about Allah but yet so easy to talk about nasty stuff? Why is it so boring to look at an islamic article but yet so easy to look at an exciting channel on TV? Why are mosques getting smaller but yet dance clubs are getting larger? Do we ever give up? Think about it!” She said with grief in her voice.

“Today, a father provides his daughter with cable TV, internet and movies but not with Hijaab and Islamic knowledge.

That’s because we’ve lost the sense to defferentiate between the good and the bad.”
As she adressed the class full of girls, Deeba sat there mesmerized, looking at her with pure interest and sheer fascination.

Her teacher was of medium height. Only her big, black eyes were visible through the cloth that covered her face and body, big black eyes shadowed by long curvy lashes. For sure, her eyes were large and expressive, enhanced by the hint of some strange sadness in their depths. Her body, her hair, and her fave were covered in a black Abaaya. Still, there was some specific attraction and grace around her, some particular charisma, which made her decent and unique. Her personality was strong and powerful, enough to bend even the most daring male eyes.

“As muslims, we believe that Allah knows each and every thing we do and He is watching us continously.” She carried on.