Accepted With Flaws

-Unresolved Matters-

And seek help through patience and prayer, and indeed, it is difficult except for the humbly submissive [to Allah ]
(Surah Al-Baqarah 2:45)

Luth's PoV

I leaned down to give Omaiza a tender peck on her forehead. "See you in the evening, Zawj," I said softly, my lips grazing her skin. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her ear, "Assalamu Alaikum, I'm just a phone call away, okay? Oh, and I have a secret." A playful glint danced in my eyes as I met her gaze.

Her brows furrowed with curiosity, and she asked, "What secret?"

With a wink, I decided to have a bit of fun. "I can teleport," I declared, a mischievous smile on my face.

Her laughter filled the room, and I couldn't help but smile in return. "Walaikum salam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu," she replied, her playful push guiding me toward the door. "Teleport safely to work, then!"

With a final wave and a heartwarming exchange, I headed off to my day with a grin, knowing that our playful moments like these were the little touches that made our relationship so special.

Certainly, let's set the scene in a professional novel chapter style:

I spent my days at an esteemed architectural firm where I held the coveted title of Director. It wasn't a position I'd attained easily. My parents had been well-off, but there came a point in life when I yearned to prove my worth independently. Thus, I embarked on a journey of relentless dedication and hard work that eventually led me to the top. Alhamdulillah, I had climbed the ladder of success.

In my office, the morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the sleek modern furniture. My desk was meticulously organized, reflecting my attention to detail—a trait that had served me well in my career.

Colleagues often dropped by for consultations or updates on ongoing projects. Today was no exception, as my colleague, Adam, entered my office, holding a set of blueprints.

"Good morning, Luth," he greeted me with a smile. "I wanted to discuss the revisions for the Al-Hadi Mosque project. The client sent some feedback."

I gestured for him to take a seat, my focus shifting from the morning emails. "Of course, Adam . Let's go through the feedback together."

As we delved into the intricate details of the mosque's design, our conversation flowed smoothly. Adam's input was invaluable, and together, we discussed how to enhance the aesthetics while preserving the project's cultural significance. It was moments like these, the collaborative spirit within our team, that made each day at the firm both challenging and rewarding.

Later in the afternoon, I joined a video conference with our international client for a luxury resort project. The screen displayed faces from different time zones, a testament to the global reach of our work.

"Assalamu Alaikum, everyone," I greeted, setting the tone for the meeting. "Let's review the progress and address any concerns."

Over the course of the meeting, we discussed design modifications, construction timelines, and sustainability initiatives. Our team's expertise shone as we navigated complex architectural challenges, aiming to create not just structures, but lasting legacies.

Building a mosque was more than just a professional endeavor; it was an act of sadaqah tul Jaariah, an ongoing charity with blessings for eternity. It was a belief that resonated deeply with me, instilled not only through my upbringing but also through my cherished friend, Adam.

Adam and I had forged a friendship that spanned years, nurtured by our shared commitment at the Boston mosque community. Over time, we had evolved from acquaintances to the closest of friends, more like brothers than anything else. Our bond was fortified by shared values, faith, and a mutual desire to give back to our community.