Chapter 4: The Note That Wasn’t Meant for Her
Chapter 4: The Note That Wasn’t Meant for Her
It was just paper.
Folded neatly, resting like a forgotten leaf inside a Qur’an.
But paper — when laced with sincerity — can cause a storm.
This one did.
And Aaliyah didn’t see it coming.
.
🕌 A Few Days Later, at the Masjid
She had left another Qur’an.
Another note.
Nothing fancy — just a quiet line:
ahliya(fl)
Some people search for love. Some search for Allah. The ones who find both — find peace.”
That was it.
No name. No hint.
Just the usual ink from her quiet soul.
She placed it gently, just after Maghrib.
Didn’t linger. Didn’t look around.
But she didn’t know who would find it this time.
And how wrongly they would take it.
Whispers floated like smoke inside the women’s section.
Xanthe
“She’s writing love notes and leaving them in the Qur’an?”
Evelyn
Some girl’s trying to get attention from the brothers.”
Eilene
It’s haram. She’s using Allah’s book for her own feelings.”
At first, she didn’t realize they were talking about her.
Until someone said, “Cream hijab. Same girl who always carries that quote bag.”
Her fingers went cold.
She dried her hands slowly. Her chest tightened with something between fear and shame.
They didn’t know her.
But they had decided who she was.
.
🧕 Later That Day – Home
She sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest.
Her tote bag lay beside her, crumpled. She didn’t want to carry it again.
She didn’t cry. Not yet.
Just stared blankly, repeating in her mind:
ahliya(fl)
Ya Allah… You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
Over and over.
And still — it stung.
Not because they were strangers.
But because the place she loved most — the masjid — now felt like it had turned on her.
🧔♂️ Meanwhile, at Hassan’s Work Desk
He had just come home when his cousin messaged him.
Cleon
.
📱 “Yo… heard some girl’s been leaving Qur’ans with romantic messages. Apparently she’s trying to get noticed by guys like you.”
Cleon
:
📱 “Be careful, bhai. Some girls be playing pious to find a rishta. Watch out.”
He stared at the screen.
The notes flashed in his memory.
Soft. Kind. Rooted in Allah.
There was nothing flirty about them.
Nothing selfish. Nothing cheap.
Just sincerity — the kind you could feel even in silence.
He felt anger rise in his throat.
But he didn’t reply.
He closed the chat. Opened the Qur’an she had left.
Held the note again
vito/hassan(ml)
She’s not the one who should be embarrassed.”
That Night – Aaliyah’s Balcony
ahliya(fl)
Astaghfirullah.
Astaghfirullah.
Astaghfirullah…”
ahliya(fl)
Don’t stop writing
The same one where she wrote practice notes before placing them in the Qur’an.
This time, she didn’t write for strangers.
She wrote to herself.
ahliya(fl)
Even if no one sees your intentions — Allah does.
Even if you’re misunderstood — He won’t.
Even if they twist your words — He knows the truth.”
ahliya(fl)
“Write for Him. The rest doesn’t matter
Back in the Masjid – That Evening
Hassan sat quietly after ‘Asr.
He watched the sisters’ section from afar — respectfully, distantly.
But she didn’t come.
And something in him… missed a girl he didn’t even know yet.
Not because of her face.
But because of her faith.
Because of her words.
Because in a world full of noise… she wrote like someone who had been spoken to by Allah in solitude.
He picked up his phone.
Typed a message to himself in his Notes app
vito/hassan(ml)
If you see her again, don’t stay silent.
vito/hassan(ml)
Ya Allah, if her heart is hurt — heal it. And if she still writes, protect her ink from misunderstanding.”
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