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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 sex, 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.

"Still we don't have the slightest fear of Him. People visit nasty sites on internet in private, hiding it from their parents and relatives, but can they hide it from Allah too? See, they are scared if someone finds out about their bad acts, but have they forgotten that Allah is there watching their each and every act and move?"

They all sat there, listening to her with full concentration. It felt like her voice was washing the dirt and marks of sins away from their hearts, making them neat and clean once again.

"Dear sisters, have you ever realized how tough and hard life in this era has become? Now there's a finger difference betwen Quran and Satan. While browsing on the internet, just few movements of your fingers on your keyboard can take you to sick, dirty adult or show biz sites in no time at all, but on the other hand, same fingers can also lead you, guide you towards good, and healthy material." She delivered her lecture confidently, with a complete command on the subject.

"Allah gives at least one chance to everyone to become alert, to adopt the right path....so that one won't complain afterwards." She told them in a decent manner.

"Any doubt or question?" She stated, and sent the girls a questionong look.

No question was asked at this point, so she carried on.

"Girls should have a great sense of responsibilty of religion and their faith. No problem if they are not perfect but their intention should be perfect and just." She went on gracefully and effectively.

"Good girls are those who care about each and every memeber of their family." She told them.

"The beauty of life doesn't depend on how happy you are, but on how happy others can be because of you."

As she listened to these beautiful words, Deeba's mind shifted to another place. For an instant, she thought it was Aariz Ali, who was saying these wonderful words, in his most beautiful accent.

For some strange reason, to Deeba, this lady teacher was an exact female version of Aariz Ali, same voice quality, same expression, similar choice of words and phrases......and that of typical, inspiring way to talk.

"Daughters are not burden." She was saying. "They are responsibility, a thing or deposit commited to the trust and care of a person. You're the most wonderful and powerful creatures of the world. Your faith, your religion raises you high and high...... Don't be ashamed of yourself ever." She advised gently.

"But our parents are responsible too. They're supposed to be the first institution to learn about these values and morals." The lady teacher went on. "But unfortunately, most of the parents have now become careless about their most important duty. These parents have more time for watching movies with their children than they have for teaching them a few things about their Allah and his Prophet."

Deeba was stunned as she heard the effective words. It was so true. Her parents had tried to provide her with all the best worldly facilities but had no time for providing her enough knowledge about her own faith. She remembered her beloved but busy father used to watch cheap Indian and English movies with her. He had enough time to take her to hotels and restuarants but didn't have few minutes to teach her about even the basic principles of Islam in order.

"Now, one last word before we finish our lecture for today." She stopped to put a detailed look at them, from behind to beyond, from right to left, her eyes didn't miss a single girl sitting in the classroom.

"Nice girls, please don't forget that." She finally spoke. "God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with him."

"And yes....." She took a brief pause and then added. "Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway. Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely."

Deiok: why are you laffin?

Because I can

Samtolly4JESUS: Should I start covering my body too?

You are not a jewel

Samtolly4JESUS: I think Deeba is the Silent Lover.

Not really. You still don't know the silent lover? Well lets keep moving

Marytess: God ds last update got me thinking abt ma life and hw i dress.whoopp great work u got here underage.#TeamAarizDeeba#

Thnx dear.
I hope u are not one of those females dat exposes their precious body to the lustful glances of males. U r a jewel and need to be covered

[quote author=lola_bridget]Hope its nt wat I'm thinking sha....[/quote]What are you thinking?

Aliyeous: zaria na nan qalau sai dai rashin ruwa da wuta as u knw. Mama na is 4rm t/wada n my dad is 4rm kwarbai (zaria city) so kusan daga unguwanni biyu nake...hws ur baby n mai gidanki doing fatan kuna nan kalau #teamzeest al d way

Kowa lfy lau, Alhamdulillah. Amma banyiwa Zaria sanin rashin wuta da ruwa ba, ko da yake bansani ba koh it depends on the area, A.B.U staff qtrs nake zuwa, precisely area BZ, a nan surukaina suke da zama, bt sometimes nakan je cikin gari gidan sarki. Well thats's Naija for us

Aliyeous: Jazakallahu khair...an eye opener indeed tnx 4 d update n mor grease 2 ur elbow kinji...#teamzeest al d way

Wa iyyakum

make money now: Ure so so smart.may Allah help us all.#team zeest all d way

Ameen

Samtolly4JESUS:


#TeamAariz.

What's wrng??

iamteaser: Eye-opener indeed

Yeah

fateemah88: To be sincere am rili beginnin to like deeba.#team aariz must beg on his knees#team zeest#team deeba# yakike underage?

Am gud dear, Alhamdulillah. U?

"Sister, you are so lovely, so cute. Believe me whenever and wherever you accompany me, it enhances my value. Every one looks toward us. Guys forget to close their eyes." Sheeba winked, and handed her sister the cute, maroon dress she was searching for the last one hour.

"See this one." As she gave the dress to Deeba, she stepped backward to give her sister a critical look who held the dress up her body and turned to look at her own image in the mirror.

"You'd look so fabulous, so feminine in this. Believe me." Sheeba said with sheer appreciation in her eyes and then added.

"You could be a model, infact. Just change yourself a little." Sheeba said enticingly. "If I were you, I could even apply for a Miss. World contest."

"But Sheeba, I never wear a half-sleeved dress." Deeba opened her tongue for the first time in this discussion.

"So what?" Sheeba raised her brow in a 'who-cares' style. "There is always a first time for everything. All of your cloths are out of fashion now."

"But Sheeba. It's so tight....it will reveal the mould and shape of my body, don't you see?"

"That's the whole point behind the idea." Sheeba grinned meaningfully. "You'd look very 'womanly' in this dress."

"You want to use my body to get people's attention?" Deeba asked in a low voice. The idea didn't sound good to her.

"Come on buddy." Sheeba said with disinterest. "Don't be over religious. Okay, we are muslims and everyrhing but it doesn't mean we should not walk with this modern age." Sheeba said, totally displeased by the sister's conservative and 'backward' attitude.

"Oh, my arms would be so naked." Deeba protested, throwing the dress on the bed. "No, I am not going to wear it."

"You'll look really pretty in this outfit, Deeba." Sheeba said, trying her best to convince her. "You just need to come out of this weird shell of yours to see this beautiful and wonderful world of ours."

"Look my dear sister. We're not perfect. Infact nobody is. And, all of us do so many sins everyday. Do you think if you don't wear this dress, it would make you a good, ideal muslim?" Sheeba had her own point of view.

"I never said that." Deeba said, her voice weak now.

"Then don't deny your natural needs and womanly urges." Sheeba said, lookong directly into her sister's eyes now.

"Look Deeba, every woman needs to wear something wickedly glamarous, atleast once in her life."

On her remark, Deeba felt weak and tired. Slowly, she sat down on the edge of her bed, thinking something.

"Now, that's not so hard. Is it?" Sheeba asked, almost done with her argument as she saw her sister's surrender.

Deeba drew a deep breath. "No, I suppose not."

"That's like a good girl. Now, get ready. We've already wasted so much time." Sheeba tapped her lightly on the head and went to change her own dress.

When they reached the wedding place, Deeba was nervous but a little excited at heart as well. And, for the first time, she felt that she was the center of everyone's attention tonight. Although, she was not the only one with 'that' kind of appearance, she noted.

Almost every Pakistani girl there had her arms naked, and wrists bare due to her half or quarter sleeved dress. Each girl's hair was completely uncovered and her figure was totally revealed. Each of those girls was thinking of herself as the real 'Miss. World' at the moment. Their high skirts were showing their hips. The typical swells of their bosoms were drawing eyes of many males of almost all age groups. But for those girls, those geatures and gazes from the men were compliments; pieces of admiration and it all made them really happy and satisfied.

"Oh my God, Deeba, where have you been with such a sexy body?" Her cousin Maria had exclaimed in shock and suprise.

"Deeba, I really like your dress tonight. It fits so nicely over your body." Another of her cousin had said with envy.

Even many of her male cousins openly admired her dressing and outfit tonight. They thought she was looking like a real woman for the first time in her life.

But Deeba.......she felt differently.

She felt ashamed, exposed, embarrased and shy despite of her sister and cousins' continous adoring remarks.

She felt like every male eye was piercing through her body. It occured to her that all of them were doing 'window shopping' on her, like not everyone was willing to buy her but all of then were willing to throw a detailed look at her.

No, it was not her......it was her body, they were praising. They did not like her as a person, they just liked her body.

She winced with pain. She felt like a devalued, showpiece, which has no inner value at all. Her only purpose was just to 'show off' herself like an item for sale.

Right then, she realized something. Yes, for the first time she realized that she wanted to keep herself from this dirt and rubbish. She didn't want to include herself in this west-crazed, media-inspired girl community.

Her mood remained off for the rest of the wedding and she didn't talk to her sister despite of her inquiring questions.

She felt like she'd done something wrong and dirty. Her whole being felt like a nasty body, which had been used to achieve some specific purpose. She thought, she was suffering from some bad, disgusted disease, which had no cure at all.

***************

"Take her cloths off." Someone' s harshest and roughest voice was enough to send cold, cruel waves through her spine.

"Whao......what?" Her tongue trembled like the rest of her body.

"Welcome to the grave, young lady." One of them laughed cruelly. They were two in number. Their faces were so ugly; their big red eyes were throwing flames outside. Their ears were as big as an elephant's. They had large, spiny teeth, even larger than those she had seen in Dracula's movies. These sharp teeth were enough to cut her into smallest pieces.

It was so hot there, with no light and no oxygen inside, pure darkness everywhere.

No, it was not some horror movie. It was scarier.

Pure terror and sheer horror gripped her. She cried out in misery

"Oh my God....." She wanted to cry but no tear emerged.....she wanted to scream but no voice came.

"Scared?" One of them asked sarcastically. "Why now?"

Instead of answering, she just stared at them with her breath caught in her throat.

"See.....we have a little gift for you." One of them said wickedly, his teeth, bloody teeth showing to the fullest.

"Yeah, show her." The other scary creature said.

Only then, she saw they had some boxes in their paw-like hands. While looking into her eyes, one of then opened the box slowly.

As her eyes moved toward those big boxes, she almost died at once again. She wished to die......but after all, she was already dead. That's why she was here.

Those boxes were full of thousands of dangerous lizards and scary insects. Ranging from big, spiny, red cockroaches, gaint scorpoins, huge black spiders, to the terrible cobra snakes, almost every fatal insect and deadly reptile was there.

"More than what you bargained for?" He asked horribly.

"You didn't feel any shame or fear while showing your body and cloths to the lustful males in the world. Why are you scared here?"

She couldn't believe her ears.

"No please. I beg no. No." Her screams became cries.

"Please give me something to shield myself...... PLEASE!" She screamed with all of her power.

"Aha. Funny it is, isn't it?" One of them asked from other. "She now needs a shield to cover herself. What was she actually doing before? She never needed it in her life."

"What a scene it would be." He said to his fellow. "I can't wait to see these things crawling and creeping over every inch of her body which she used to show very proudly. And then, they'll slowly lick and eat her flesh.....leaving only bones afterwards.

"What.....what are these?" Completely horrified, she asked.

"Can't you see? They haven't eat your eyes yet." He laughed seductively.

"These scary insects and lizards are the lusty glances of those males who used to stare at your expose body interestingly. You didn't mind then, why so fearful now?" Another told her without any expression of sympathy or gentleness.

"God.....NOO....." She yelled. "I hate bugs....." She stated, shaking and swaying from one side to the other.

"But you didn't hate lustful male eyes in the world, did you?" One of them brought the boxes nearer, slowly, inch by inch.

"Give me something to cover myself. I need something to cover myself." She begged.

"You did not choose Hijaab in that world, why do you need it now?"

"Just send me back to the world once more.....just one more time." She was crying violently now. "I'd not make my creator angry. I'd observe my Hijaab. I'd cover my hair and body properly.

"Sorry shameless. Your time is over. It's our turn now...."

"God help me, help me." She screamed with all the remaining power of her lungs.

"Haha, now you remember God? Where was this 'God' when you practically disobeyed him?"

"But....my Allah loves His creatures." She said, her eyes growing bigger with fear. "He can't punish me like this. He is not a tyrant." She said breathlessly.

"It's not any injustice or cruelty." He answered without any mercy. "It's only the reward of what you have done in the world with yourself. You were told about each and everything and yet you paid very little attention.

"These insects, these flames are your own creation. You willingly used to do greater sins in the world despite warning and cautions. Now, your sins have acquired these forms." The other told her and drew even nearer.

"Make her bald. She was very much proud of her hair. She loved to show it to all of those men." One of them ordered, and from somewhere, the other brought a big, shiny object out.

Her heart stopped beating as she saw it. But hadn't it already stopped beating a long time ago when she died.

It was the longest and sharpest sword she had ever seen. Blood was already dripping from its sharp edge, drop by drop. He deliciously licked his lips with his long, lizard-like tongue and moved forward.

"No....no.... For God's sake." She inched behind. She wanted to run but there was no space. She wanted to die but she already had. There was no way out. Not a single chance left.

She felt like she was about to fall at any second. Her resistance fading by every moment passed.

"Don't ever use that word again." He clenched his big teeth strongly, producing a scissoring sound.

"God's sake? Did you ever think about your God's sake when your were given a full chance in the world?

With the sword in one hand and the box in the other, he began to walk toward her.

"No." Slowly, she repeated, her screams now turning to mere whispers as she felt her power leaving her body. She was about to fall on the ground when she heard something.

"Leave her." It was a kind, very kind and gentle voice.

He stopped right then and there.

"You sure, precious lady?"

"Yes, I am."

"She still has her conscience alive." The humble lady explained gently. "She's not totally shameless yet. I take her guarantee, she'd never do anything intentionally again to make her creature angry."

"Come here, girl." The lady extended her arm and took her hand into hers. Her voice had a soft romantic quality in it. "I'd help you. Just don't disapppoint those who love you more than anyone else.

Both of the scary creatures shrugged their shoulders and putting one final glance at her, they turned back and left.

Only then, she was able to see her helper

She was a lady in a broad, black veil, completely covered from head to toe. Only her big, black eyes were visible.

"Always remember girl." She said, as she brought Deeba out of her grave, back to her beautiful, pleasant world.

"Allah never leaves us alone even in our worst conditions. He gives all of us atleast one chance to get rid of the bad, so that we won't complain later that 'O Allah, when we were helpless, why didn't you support us? When we were in the dark, why didn't show us the light?" She told her decently, as she brushed her scattered hair softly with her gentle fingers.

"Now, how and when to avail this chance is our responsibilty. This chance may come in the form of some man, teacher, friend, or book.....or maybe even from some story."

"Close your eyes for a moment. Would you?" She said pleasantly. As she spoke, Deeba could see her eyes smiling.

Speechlessly, Deeba obeyed her.

After a brief moment, when she opened her eyes again, her helper had left. The graceful lady had disappeared.

"No....don't leave me please." She started to cry softly, tears running down her cheeks.

"Please, I need your help. I need your support. Don't leave me alone"

And this was when she felt someone shaking her shoulders.

"Deeba?"

She heard her sister's voice.

"What happened?"

"What?" She opened her eyss finally.

"For goodness sake, you have been screaming and crying. Anything wrong?"

"Umm...No." She took a long breath and relaxed her body. "I'm sorry I disturbed your sleep."

"It's okay." Sheeba smiled. "But I'm shocked tht you still have nightmares." Sheeba smiled and then got back to her bed. "Good night, dream girl."

"It was not a nightmare." Deeba murmured to herself. "It was an eye-opener."

Aliyeous: Wow so its bck 2 reality nw dat deeba knws how luv can chnge sum1...what wil she do abt it? We'll b keepin our fingas crossed hopin n waitin silently 4 ur nxt update. Jiya naje zaria kuma ba ntwrk duk hankali na nakan labarin nan buh tnk God i didnt miss mch. I can c #teamzeest is gatherin mor followers, i tel u underage we in #teamzeest ar cumin tops. Aariz wil cum bck on his knees cryin lyk a baby....hehehe cant wait

Nairaland was down yesterday. So ya garin namu? Wane unguwa kake a Zaria?
I am sure Team Zeest will reach top kam. Nxt update coming soon

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Dnt make me ask her to stay der foreva oh... Nevadles Aariz wil pay wit his..... Pls complete dat 4 me

Don't worry. I'll complete dat for u, bt not here. I don't want all this people to hear us.

Miracy: you‘re welcome ma’am...

i dunno for mr Mynd oooo


nice update...keep ’em coming ...GOD bless you

how is your hubby and kid doing

Neva mind Mynd abeg
Hubby and kid are all doing great, We thank Allah. Thnx for your concern

[quote author=lola_bridget]Thank God NL is back...life can b funny at time, neva knew I could feel any pity for Aariz but I was actually shedding tears for him!!I pray Zeest comes back to him[/quote]Shedding tears for whom

harlos: Underage this wonderful.
So now Deeba knows it all, forgot all her feelings for Aariz and now feels for Zeest.

But maybe she could convince Aariz to look for Zeest

Thats a very nice idea harlos

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Amariya.... Tel dat Aariz dat he shud bribe me b4 i gv him bk his Zeest.... #ZEEST dnt return until i ask u to# nw wer is underage i knw wer she is nd i'm nt goin to tel u ... Pls brg bk Zeest nd Tnx 4 d update

Hahaha. U know where she is, u dn't have to ask me to bring her back, just bring her back when Aariz settles you

Miracy: ...now an open lover,your story is the best ever read by myself on NL.KUDOS!

Mr Mynd havent welcomed/entertained me oo

the best##team ZeEsT!!!

Thnx dear..

No welcome, no entertainment. Mr Mynd, don't you have kuli-kuli and zobo left??

Marytess: *open's her mouth* oya Talk nw before i use this gun wey i got from Aariz shot.....

And who said am afraid of guns??

Marytess: eiyaaa ma Aariz dey suffer silently.anyway na him cos am bt never the less#TeamAariz#
Underage thumbs up.

Am taking it lightly on him sha.
#TeamZeest

Thanks.

Deiok: Pheeww... Now Deeba know the reason Aariz is acting the way he Does. How will Deeba now feel, will she continue to have that strong crush on him??.
I will like to see how Deeba sister will React after Deeba must have tell her the story.

Thumbs up to you underage.

Thanks Deiok

Samtolly4JESUS: Deeba replied, 'Its You I Love underage Aariz'

This update almost got me emotional ....

But am a man

#TeamPoetAariz.

I salute your erudition underage!

Why did you cancel? . Say ur mind.

A man indeed. There's no harm if u get emotional

I salute you too #TeamAariz

Hameenat94: Aariz deserved 2 b punnished 2 treat Zeest lyk dat...U never knw wat u gat until u loose it

Thats right.

Deiok: Ahhh thank God NL is back, oya Underage come and update.

Gosh.......I thot I was the only one with the problem, Well Thank God its back sha.

Miracy: wow!Underage you’re sooooo wonderfully made with a wonderful brain...more knowledge to your brain....

I’ve been a silent lover of this great piece...am so inlove with it dat cant stop thinking about it...its so picturesque and i keep picturing the whole scence in my mind.BRAVO to you!!

Really feel for Zeest but am sure the best awaits her...i think Ariz deserves to be imprisoned for him to learn a lesson and gets some senses back

##teamZeeSt

Another silent lover . Well thanks dear for your compliments. And am glad you are here
with us. I hope Mynd is taking good care of you .

Up up #TeamZeest

[quote author=j-gatherer]Wow ! ,we are really making progress.
I ws absent for some time as I ws a little under the weather bt I'm back now nd this story is so on point !
Funny me,even after reading like 7 upd8s at a go,I still want more !
More power to your elbow ! nd I've now OFFICIALLY joined #teamzeest[/quote]You are welcome back. Glad you are still here, dis wonder whr u were. .
Up up #TeamZeest

I Hate 9ja: Ariz na ode
he should be able to control his anger,serves him right,make zeest come marry me ohh,i dey find better wife...

What do you mean you dey find beta wife

Marytess: he is nt under pressures,he jst dnt wanna listen to his inner heart.
Dat Komal nah i no send galoo.#TeamAariz#8-)

One word for Aariz........... But mk I kip my mouth shut