* A Short-Story*

*A short-story scenario*

Neither did they flow down, nor did they dry. Tears. They stayed in her eyes, stuck mid-way, motionless, in pain, in despair. The lump in her throat, stayed. Her mind, her heart, a haze; distant and forlorn. The outside sound, though loud enough, on her ears no more fell. In a trance, she sat there, for long; her legs numb. So much to say to her Lord, but nothing could she say, at all. Silent, muted, dumb, she sat there; in a trance.

She waited. She wondered. How this scenario would end, she wondered. She didn’t know. She didn’t have the answer. ‘That Trance’ she wanted to be out of. But how, she didn’t know. How this scenario would end, she didn’t know. How this scenario would end; was a question unanswered.

And then suddenly, she got her answer. For then, suddenly, the tears that were stuck mid-way, motionless, came rolling down her cheeks. The seemingly frozen, motionless tears now streamed down in swift motion; in intense flow.

The ‘TRANCE’ was broken.

She fell into Sujood (prostration), her tears now falling down rapidly.

“How bad I am. How imperfect!”, she thought “And yet He lets me cry to Him. TO HIM! How Kind of Him! How Merciful of Him! HE LETS ME CRY TO HIM!” (Subhan Allah! Alhamdulillah! Mashaa Allah!)

She hoped that He would Always Bestow That Mercy on her. That He would Always be Merciful to her. Despite who she was. Despite how she was. In shaa Allah!

 YES, she got the answer. Of how the scenario would end, she got the answer. How the scenario would end, she now knew - ‘WITH HIS MERCY!’
SUBHAN ALLAH!  

- That ‘IS’how the ‘S.C.E.N.A.R.I.O’ ‘ENDED’, with a hope for FOREVERMORE. As for the S.T.O.R.Y.....well it continues.....

(Alhamdulillah! Mashaa Allah!)

 
And May Allah Alwayz Bestow upon us 'This Mercy'! Ameen!
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(In shaa Allah!)