LEFT TO ALLAH

Chapter 4: The Mirror Cracks

The city ni longer whispered- It roared.Said stood in a glass elevator, rising above Nairobi skyline, his reflection fractured across mirror panels. He barely recognized himself. The boy from Eldama Ravine was gone. In his place , stood a man dressed in ambition, perfumes in ego.

Amina waited at home, her finger tracing the edge of a Quran, her heart heavy with questions she couldn't ask. She saw the signs. But love, she believed, was patient. Until she wasn't.

At dinner she asked softly," Do you still believe in consequences?"

Said laughed. " Consequences are for people who got caught."

she didn't smile.

Later she wrote in her journal:

" Rumi said,'you were born with wings , why prefer to crawl through life?' But what if the wings were made of fire?"

Said was invited to a private networking retreat- a weekend of luxury, deals and distractions. Amina declined to join. " I've exams," she said. But the prove was simpler, she didn't want to see him fall.

At the retreat, Said met Leila- a venture capitalist with a smile like a blade. She leaned close, whispered promises, and touched his hands. Said didn't pull away.

That night , the dream again, Mama Rehema. She stood in a burning field, holding a scarf.

" You're forgetting," she said.

"Forget what?"

"The prayers someone made against you, son"

He woke in sweat.

Back in Nairobi, Amina waited. She had written a letter but hadn't sent it. In it she quoted Kierkegaard:

" The greatest danger, that's of losing oneself, can pass off the world as quietly as if it were nothing."

She folded her letter, placed it in her drawer, and whispered, " Ya Allah protect me from the live that blinds."

The mirror had cracked.

And the fall had began.