I Am Going Nowhere Comments

That day, I was being impatient for my prayers to be accepted and a storm of conversation with Allah (S.W.T)was going on in my mind when I was coming back from university.

A small boy, barely 10 years old, barefooted and wearing untidy clothes, was coming towards me.I knew he would ask for money but, unfortunately, I had forgotten my wallet in hostel.So, I asked him to sit infront of hostel gate and wait for me until I return and give him something.
On reaching my room, I hurried myself up as I had to leave for bus terminal as well, started stuffing my suit-case hastily and rushed over to my prayer rug and started offering my Zohar prayer.
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