A Mysterious Contest: My Imaginary Friend Zainab.

By the grace of Allah and the prayers of my parents, Alhamdulillah, I am completely fine and I hope that all my siblings will be completely fine. It's me @m-princess. I came to participate in this contest today that our beloved @oneray sir has organized. It is a very interesting contest, so I couldn't stop myself from participating in it.
We all have memories which never fade. Some memories are real and some live in our hearts only. In this post, today, I want to share something very special, my imaginary friend, Zainab.

When I was only six years old, I got someone very special friend. Her name was Zainab. She was not a real girl which others could see. But for me, she was real like my own shadow. Zainab came in my life silently. She is like a reward of my prayers. I have not expect him. I felt like she was waiting me.
One night there was no other in my bedroom. I fought with my classmate and felt that no one like me. I felt I was bad girl. I cried quietly by hiding my face in my pillow. On that I heard a gentle voice say, You are not alone. I looked up and there she was sitting beside me with cute smile. She wore a white scarf and had kind, and shining eyes. I did not ask she came where from. It felt like she was always be there for me.
From that day on, Zainab became my secret friend. We talked every day. We built forts from bedsheets. We imagined gardens full of stars and told stories about far away places. She always knew when I was sad. Her words were gentle and she made my heart fill with light. Zainab mostly reminded me, Allah is always with us. Sometimes she would sing soft melodies that made me feel good.
In school, I was not bright student. I was shy and less talked to others. But with Zainab, I did not need to tell anything. She understood me very much. On the days when some students laughed at me or I got a bad grade, I knew Zainab would be waiting at home and ready to listen. She never judged me.
I remember once when I lost my toy, I cried for a week. Nobody brought comfort for me. But Zainab sat with me the whole evening and spoke about Jannah, a place where birds fly freely and never die. She made me believe that goodbyes do not mean the end.
As I grew older, I started seeing her less. Life got busier, homework, real friends and new distractions took her place. Sometimes, even now, when I sit silently and feel alone, I remember Zainab. I close my eyes and imagine her voice saying,

Be strong. You’re doing fine.

Zainab may not have been real in this world, but in my heart, she was a true friend. My friend Zainab made my days happy. She also helped me to recognize myself. She gave me hope when I was needed it.
Today, a small part of her lives within me.

Thank you for being with me.

@m-princess

@oneray