Saad's pov:
The guilt gnawed at my heart as we walked back home. I couldn't shake the feeling off of myself, which in turn made me more frustrated. How could I even do that? Did I think of her to be someone like that? Someone like how I accused her of being? How could I have even suspected something like that?
What was I even thinking? Did my brain, by any chance, stop working or something that I wasn't in my senses? What were my senses even doing? Where did they go when I needed them the most? Suddenly, I remembered the translation of an aayat, which just made me feel more guilty.
Allah (swt) teaches us that suspicion is bad: "O you who have believed, avoid much [negative] assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin. And do not spy or backbite each other. Would one of you like to eat
