He walked over to me with a smile on his face, he held my hand lovingly while tucking me in bed. I smiled back at him while holding unto his hand tightly "I miss you so much Heza" I he said before vanishing into thin air.
"Tariq!!!" I yelled the minute I sat back on the bed. It was the same nightmare and he keeps telling me he misses me.
"Tariq I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shoot you. It was a mistake" I mumbled with tears cascading down from my eyes. I walked to the bathroom and performed ablution. When I came out I laid a mat and sat on it pouring my heart out to Allah. "I need to begin my fast, I need to attain for my sins" I mumbled to myself while staring at the clock which read 4:44AM, I still had time to eat sahur. I'm going to begin my sixty days fasting for taking a soul, it's part of Islam and it must be done.
I walked to the kitchen and made tea and then gulped it down. I stared outside the window and saw that the moon was shining so brightly.