The Obscure Scent: A Night to Remember

At domestic, it’s ordinarily fair the four of us — my father, my mother, my small brother, and me.

But this evening was different.

Father was on a night move for work, and Mother and my brother had gone to spend the night at my aunt’s house.

I was all alone.

It was 3:13 AM.

For days, a overwhelming cloud of trouble had been weighing down on my intellect. Rest felt like a far off dream.

Hoping to discover a few peace, I chosen to implore Tahajjud (midnight prayer).

I performed bathing, returned to my room, laid out the supplication tangle, and turned off the lights. A swoon shine from the kitchen slipped into the room, clearing out it faintly lit — fair sufficient to see shadows moving on the walls.

As I raised my hands and delicately said, "Allahu Akbar," all of a sudden, the room’s entryway hammered closed with a stunning bang!

At that correct minute, I listened another voice — superbly synchronized with mine — too say, "Allahu Akbar."

My entire body froze.

Every hair on my skin stood upright. Fear held my heart with frosty hands.

Still, I knew I couldn't desert the supplication midway.

Gathering each ounce of mettle, I constrained myself to continue.

After wrapping up the supplication, I gradually come to out to open the entryway — when something delicate, nearly like a tuft of cotton, brushed against my hand!

Startled, I yanked the entryway open and flipped on the light.

I panted for discuss, my chest fixing with terror.

Looking around — there was no one.

The house stood still, wrapped in an spooky silence.

I needed to call my mother so severely, to listen a commonplace voice, to discover comfort.

But I held myself back, not needing to alert her in the dead of night.

Instead, I opened a Quran app on my phone and let the relieving recitations fill the discuss, trusting they would calm my hustling heart.

As I sat there, covering my confront with trembling hands, a unusual realization hit me —

There was a fragrance waiting on my skin.

A sweet, mesmerizing scent... one I had never noticed before.

It wasn’t like any aroma, incense, or blossom I knew.

It was otherworldly.

And there’s one more thing I hadn't said —

The window at the back of my room ignores a cemetery.

Our house stands right close to it.

The Obscure Scent: A Night to Remember

Final Thoughts

I still do not know whether what happened that night was a trap of the intellect or something more.

But the interesting voice, the rough hammer of the entryway, the delicate brush against my hand, and that brilliant, new scent —

they all really happened.

Was somebody with me that night?

Or was I genuinely, totally alone?