Adam was sitting with Sydney in her room.
He talked to her about islam.
She sat quietly trying to follow him up often finding herself far away in her thoughts.
“Allah love those who purity themselves.
Allah is full of kindness to his servants especially to those who love each other only for his sake.
Are you with me?”
“Yes, yes.
I am listening” - she said obliviously.
“Seek for good in your life and hasten to the breezes of His mercy.
You only seek pleasure of Allah in this life.
No matter what you did in life ask for forgiveness and He will accept your repentance.”
“I am sick in my head.
I can’t control it.”
“Allah does not send down any disease without also sending down the cure for it.”
“I always knew my therapist didn't search properly for my cure,” - laughed Sydney.
“It is important matter Sydney.
What will you answer to Allah on the judgement day?”
“It depends on what He will ask me.”
Sydney’s penetrating yet distant gaze was cut across the dusty screen of window.
“Why did God send you to me now? Why?
Why didn't I meet you when I was seventeen?”
“Sydney when you were seventeen I was 2 years old,” - tried to joke Adam.
Sydney sent him a sharp look in the eyes.
“I like all what you say about islam but I am christian.
I want salvation.
Jesus is my salvation.”
“Okay. I say no more.
I just don't want you to find out on judgement dat that you salvation was fake.
Only Allah can save you and grant his mercy.”
“I'm behind on laundry, I have 2 loads to do.
Wait two minutes.”
She left him on the couch but never manage to get back.
Adam went to his room to pray last prayer.
He felt a huge heaviness squeezing his chest.
May 2019
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