Aazeen's journey to Jannah
Aazeen sucked the end of her pen musing on "how much likes did her latest picture in instagram would have gained", in between her maths class. Teacher shouted at her "Aazeen..!! where are you lost..?? Come up on the board and solve the given sum". Aazeen was quite bright in her studies, she went straigth to board and solved the sum. "Very Good, but be attentive in class", said the teacher.
When Aazeen came back to her home, she immediately took her phone and login to her instagram account and was very happy to find that her latest picture gained 115 likes and 10 comments.
"Ammi, do you know I got 115 likes in my latest post".
"What? You again uploaded your picture in social media, your Abba has forbidden you no, didn't he ?" said her mother.
"Ammi please, stop behaving like a 90s women, I don't like such restrictions", Aazeen replied in anger and shut her room's door.
"Ya Allah, forgive her!! She is unaware of her deen", her mother sighed.
Next morning, Aazeen woke up for her fajar prayer and saw that her mother left her gold chain on the dressing table.
"Ammi..! Ammi..!!", Aazeen shouted.
"What happened dear? Is everything okay?" her mother asked.
"What is this?", she pointed towards that gold chain.
"Ahh..! my chain, I was searching for it everywhere, thanks Azzu", her mother replied in sarcastic tone.
"Ammi, how can you be so careless? This is your favourite chain, Abba has gifted you in your anniversary. How can you keep it here and there, what if someone steals it?" Aazeen replied in anger.
"Exactly Azzu, same way you are my precious gift given by my Allah, you keep on posting your pictures here and there, what if someone steal you from me?", her mother said.
"Ughh..!! Please, do not blackmail me like this. Don't try to take away my freedom, please leave me alone Ammi", Aazeen sadly went to her room.
Although Aazeen was good in her studies and was also regular in offering salah but she loves watching TV unnecessarily, hanging out with friends and wearing western dresses, for her these were the freedom. For Aazeen being a good human was more important and she hated being judged by her dress. She believed no one should raise finger on someone's character by just looking at dress and in a world of 21st century wearing outdated dresses is nothing but stupidity and a victory of patriachal society.
After coming back from her college, she login to her social account and was surprised to see a message from a boy. She immediately went through the boy's profile and was overwhelming with thousands of thoughts. She called up her best friend Zoya.
"Hello..!! what are you doing Zoh?", Aazeen said.
"Hey Aazeen, I was just ordering some make up items for myself", Zoya replied happily.
"Ohh..! thats great, can you please order a lipstick for me dear", Aazeen asked.
"Yeah sure!! But tell me which colour and specification".
"Aahh...!! I want peach mate colour for me, isn't it will look great on me?", Aazeen asked.
"Of course..!! Miss Beauty Queen, well tell me how you remember me?", Zoya asked curiously.
"You know what a boy messaged me insta", Aazeen shared her happiness with her.
"What..!! wow..!! who is he?", She asked.
"I don't know him, his name is Shahid Iqbal", Aazeen replied shyly.
"Okay I will see his profile", said Zoya.
"Yeah sure".
"Allah hafiz", said Aazeen.
Aazeen was feeling at the top of the world. She replied to that boy's message.
And soon they become very close to each other.They used to gossip on almost every topic they find entertaining. They even went for date. For Aazeen it was like a fairy tale.The boy was of her college only, he was her senior.
The boy one day proposed her.
"Aazeen, You are really beautiful", Shahid said.
Aazeen blushed.
"Don't smile like this, it will kill me", Shahid praised her smile.
"I love you Aazeen", Shahid proposed her.
"I love you too dear, I was waiting for this from a very long time".
Everyday they used to meet and regularly used to go for movies.
Aazeen used to tell lie at home that she is going for extra classes or sometimes she is going with Zoya. Slowly slowly, she left reading salah in time.
She completely devoted everything to her love of life.
One day she saw Shahid talking very closely with a girl.
"Shahid..!! What are you doing here?",Aazeen shouted at him.
"Hey Aazeen..!! Meet Nafisha, she is my classmate", said Shahid.
"Hello Nafisha, if you don't mind can you excuse us", Aazeen said in anger.
"Ohh sure..!! I was getting late too, see you guys later", Nafisha left.
"Aazeen, Are you mad? How are you talking with my friends?", Shahid yelled at her.
"Shahid, I don't like if you talk with another girl", Aazeen said.
"Listen..! This is my life, stay out of it", Shahid barked at her and left from there.
Aazeen cried very much.
Slowly slowly, Shahid started ignoring her, he was with his new girl.
One day Aazeen called him up.
"Shahid, tell me do you love me?",Aazeen asked furiously.
"Umm..yeah I think I do", Shahid replied confusedly.
"Will you marry me?", Aazeen asked.
"Are you mad? I have my studies and career. And you are talking about marraige, is it some kind of joke Aazeen", Shahid replied cunningly.
"Shahid I really love you, please try to understand my feelings", Aazeen begged.
"Better you understand my feelings, and let me live peacefully, bye", he cut the phone.
Aazeen got depressed and was not able eat and sleep.
She was in fever for a few days. Her mother was really worried about her. She kept her asking what happened, but Aazeen choose to remain mum.
Aazeen's mother went to offer salah and asked Allah in dua for Aazeen.
The next day, Aazeen went to college, she got to know that Shahid went for movie with Nafisha. After knowing this she fell unconcious. Some how Zoya and her other friends manage to calm her down.
She endeavoured too to calm herself down.
That day she went home and said about him to her mother.
"Ammi, I love a boy".
"What? Really? But you are only 19 dear", her mother replied calmly.
"Yeah, but I loved him", she said as tears rolled down her eyes.
"What happened Azzu? Will you tell me everything in details?", her mother asked.
"Ammi, he broke my heart, he just used me", while saying this she hugged her mother tight.
"Azzu, please don't cry, see your Ammi loves you, Your Allah loves you", her mother calmed her.
"How can Allah love me, when I never obeyed him", Aazeen said.
"Just the way you loved someone who never loved you", her mother said in soothing tone.
Those words opened Aazeen's eyes. Her mom took her to a fruit seller and asked her to go and the choose the best pomogranate. She went and first tasted from the one which was opened, and then from that bunch she picked up the one and gave it to her mother.
"Ammi, I think this is the best", Aazeen said.
"Yeah, ok!! but why didn't you pick up the one which you tasted?", her mother asked.
"Ohh!! come on Ammi, that has been peeled off. So many people would have touched it, everyone prefers to take fresh one no", she replied in frustration.
"Exactly !! Things which has no covering or are opened get usually rejected by people, If you find any packet of food stuff whose seal is broken or is teared, will you ever buy it?"
Aazeen was quite for a moment, her frustrated look now got perplexed.
She was trying to relate her mother's words with her situation.
"Ammi, please make yourself clear".
Her mother smiled gently and said, "Azzu, everything is crystal clear, Allah has commanded his people to veil themself as everything covered is precious, and a women dressed modestly is like a pearl in a shell".
Aazeen's eyes were shinning bright, her agony took an exit gate. Her mother's words were enlightening her.
"This is your first lesson", her mother said.
"Let's go for shopping".
Aazeen's mood was off, she was reluctant to go anywhere.
"Dear, I am doing all this for you, will you not cooperate with your Ammi?", her mother tried to convince her.
Aazeen gave a gentle smile and submitted to her. They went to a mall.
"Isn't that dress looking beautiful Azzu!! ", her mother exclaimed.
"Yeah, indeed!!".
"Do you want to try it", her mother asked.
"Yeah, sure!!".
Her mother pointed towards that dress and asked the sales man.
"Excuse me, can we try that dress".
"I am sorry Ma'am, that is our special limited stock, we don't allow trial for it, you have to buy it", sales man said in gentle tone.
"But you allow trials on other dresses?", her mother asked knowingly.
"Yes Ma'am, but these are our expensive collection, we can't allow customers to try it and make it dirty. We have other dresses for which we allow trials", the sales man explained.
"It's okay Ammi, it's common rule everywhere, don't mess with him, and also this dress is a way too expensive, we can't afford it. Leave", Aazeen convinced her mother.
"Exactly dear, here comes your second lesson", said her mother.
Aazeen was confused again.
"What do you mean Ammi?"
"Don't be cheap that everyone can come and use you and fulfill their desire without having an intention of keeping you forever with itself. If someone will love you, he will offer you marraige but if he don't offer marraige it means he cannot afford you. And you should be concious of your worth. You are a limited stock, you can't provide people with the opportunity of trial", her mother said.
Aazeen's paled face sparked with a glow of happiness as she understood what her mother meant.
She hugged her mother in joy, as she understood what life is.
They return to their home.
It was the time to offer Isha prayer.
Her mother called her in their balcony and said.
"Aazeen, do you know? There are so many people who will go empty stomach to their bed, there are people who don't have family, some lack education facility, some are dealing with chronic diseases, some are not blessed with sound organs. But look at yourself dear. You have your parents, who take utmost care of you, you never sleep empty stomach, you have every thing of comfort. Don't you feel you should thank Allah wholeheartedly for this".
"Yes Ammi, you are right. I showered love on worldly things, but when I needed their love, no one and nothing was their to reciprocate. I always disobeyed Allah, yet he never stop bestowing his blessings on me, He loved me unconditionally", Aazeen weeped.
She offered her salah saying all surahs with understanding and crying her heart out. The next morning brought a new hope in her life. She wore hijaab, deactivated her social accounts and deleted all her immodest pictures. She began a new journey, whose destination was jannah. She again fell in love, but this time it was Allah and his beloved prophet Muhammed pbuh. Her life got completely changed. Everyone become curious of her new character, they used to find opportunity to talk with her but she gave chance to none. Even Shahid came to her and appologised, she forgave him but continued to live her new life with our true lover that is Allah.