After staying up all night, she could only sleep for two hours in the morning.
Today was Sunday, and she had to go grocery shopping, so she had to leave the house against her will. And Ali, he was stuck in the saddle early in the morning, and they both went out after breakfast, but as long as he was there, Moomal was unable to shake that smile once, it seemed as if he was guilty of it.
Even while shopping, she was constantly entangled in Zen's words, barely spending more than half an hour shopping, and hurrying back home as soon as possible every Sunday. During the day she would make something special for him.
Assalamu Alaikum Maa, is Ali back...? "He said as he entered the house, and after taking off his shoes to his tune, he grabbed the shopping bags in his hand, and as soon as he looked up, his steps stopped. Were
"Moomal ..."
...
"Where is Huzaifa?"
