The Mosque Miracle
"After years of failed relationships, Nadia makes dua for guidance. The very next day, she meets Tariq at Friday prayers—and learns that sometimes prayers are answered directly."
The Mosque Miracle
"Allah, please. I'm tired of being alone."
Nadia whispered the prayer after Jummah, tears streaming.
The next week, she saw him. Tariq. Helping the elderly, patient with children, radiant with faith.
"Assalamu alaikum." He smiled. "I've seen you here before."
They started talking. Then meeting for chai after prayers. Then recognizing what this was.
"I made dua for someone," Nadia admitted.
"So did I." Tariq took her hand. "The week before I saw you."
It felt destined because it was.
"I've never felt this certain," he said.
"Neither have I." She kissed him. "Maybe that's the miracle."
He made love to her with reverence—like prayer, like worship.
"Meri jaan," Tariq breathed. "Allah answered both of us."
The nikah was at the mosque where they'd prayed for each other.
Best answer either of them ever received.