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Ayesha at Last by Uzma Jalaluddin

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"After Hafsa left the parking lot, Khalid stood staring after her car for a few moments, his heart light. He felt such an unfamiliar joy. He walked to where his car was parked, at the back of the lot, and pulled out the woven prayer rug that he kept in the trunk, Laying it flat on the grass beside the curb, he prayed two rackets, or units, of prayer. He felt the need to mark the moment. He needed to turn his face toward his Creator and give thanks for his life, and for the serendipitous series of events that had led him to Hafsa."