Aisha

The Lone Crescent

Amina crouched behind a crumbling wall, gripping the dagger in her hand. The air was thick with smoke, the echoes of distant gunfire bouncing off the stone alleys of her once-peaceful village. The invaders had come under the cover of night, ruthless and without mercy, tearing through homes, taking prisoners, and leaving destruction in their wake.

But Amina was not going to let them take everything.

She had watched her family fall, her father shielding her mother from a soldier’s blade, her younger brother dragged away in chains. She was only seventeen, but she had grown up listening to the Quranic stories of courage—of Prophet Musa standing against Pharaoh, of Khadijah’s unwavering strength, of Nusaybah bint Ka‘b, the warrior who defended the Prophet ﷺ with her own life.

Tonight, Amina would be her own warrior.

She tightened the cloth around her forehead, a crescent moon embroidered on it—a symbol of her faith, her resilience. The enemy thought they had won, but they had underestimated her.

Moving swiftly through the rubble, she reached the center of the village, where a group of captives knelt, bound and helpless. Soldiers stood watch, their weapons slung carelessly over their shoulders. Amina studied them. She had no gun, no army. Just her blade, her speed, and her unwavering belief that Allah was with her.

She whispered a dua under her breath: "Hasbunallahu wa ni‘mal wakeel" (Allah is sufficient for us, and He is the best disposer of affairs).

With a deep breath, she acted.

Amina dashed forward, silent as the wind, slicing through the ropes binding the captives. The soldiers barely had time to react before she struck—one fell with a sharp cry, another spun around just in time to see the fire in her eyes before she disappeared into the shadows. Chaos erupted.

"Run!" she hissed to the prisoners, and they did.

One of the soldiers charged at her. She barely dodged, rolling to the ground before kicking his weapon away. He lunged, but she was faster—her dagger found its mark, and he crumpled to the ground.

But more were coming. Too many.

Amina turned and fled into the forest, her heart pounding, her breath ragged. She had freed the prisoners, but now she was alone again, the enemy hunting her.

She did not stop. She did not look back. She ran with the faith that had carried her this far.

Alone, yes.

But never abandoned.

Because Allah was with her.

after two years he fought against her feelings at first.

"Ya Allah, if this is not meant for me, remove it from my heart."

She tried to avoid him, but fate kept pulling them back together. Every time she prayed, his name found its way into her heart.

Then one day, Rayyan spoke.

🗣 "Amina, I want to do this the right way. I want to talk to your family."

Her heart stopped.

She had always feared this moment. Her parents were strict. They had planned for her to marry someone they chose, someone from their own culture. Rayyan was a good Muslim, but he wasn’t from her community.

Her father would never agree.

Her mother would be heartbroken.

So she had a choice.

To fight for the love she knew was right.

Or to give up and live with a heart full of regret.

That night, she prayed harder than ever.

The next day, with a trembling heart, she sat before her parents.

🗣 "Mama, Baba… I know you want what’s best for me. But I have found someone who fears Allah, who respects me, who wants to do this the right way. Please, just meet him."

Silence filled the room.

Her father looked away. Her mother’s eyes shone with unshed tears.

🗣 "Amina," her father finally said, "Do you really believe this is the right decision?"

She took a deep breath, tears in her eyes but strength in her voice.

🗣 "Yes, Baba. With all my heart."

It wasn’t easy. Her parents struggled to accept it. There were arguments, nights of tears, and moments where she wondered if love was worth the pain.

But patience wins hearts.

Months passed. Rayyan met her family. He proved his character, his sincerity, his faith.

And one day, after a long journey of dua, faith, and love...

Her father gave his blessing.

Amina and Rayyan stood beneath the sky, hearts full, hands intertwined, knowing that true love is never easy—but when it is for the sake of Allah, it is always worth it.

💫 Because love isn’t just about the heart—it’s about faith, courage, and the strength to fight for what is meant to be.