My heart was pounding as I walked down the stairs. "Don't trip" I whispered to myself, making sure to watch my steps. the worst thing that could happen to me was falling face down in front of my in-laws. Ruqayya held my hand leading me into the living room. She guided me to the centre releasing me and leaving me alone. I felt alone as she stepped out of my view. Clutching onto the edge of the veil and staring at the ground."Don't choke" Jamila's words echoed In my mind "Don't throw up" I told myself. Feeling lightheaded.I could heavy eyes on me. I could tell the full room all had their eyes on me. "Fatima, these people are here to ask for your hand in marriage, do you know them" my uncle asked.I nodded hoping they could see me. I was tongue-tied and unable to open my mouth to a yes. "You accept them and their son" my uncle asked and again I nodded, thank you Uncle Faisal for not asking me to say an audible yes, like they did Ruqayya.I guess he learnt from Ruqayya that even a
"What are you talking about" I said, he sounded like he was not in the right frame of mind. how did Ibrahim get such an annoying cousin, I wondered.Ibrahim stayed silent while I spoke to Kabir. "Don't worry about It, congratulations once again," he said. Walking away with a smirk. "Who was that?" Ibrahim asked, his voice was huskier and his tone serious. "Your cousin Kabir""What was he saying?" Ibrahim asked I could sense a discomfort in his voice. "I don't know" "I guess, he was congratulating us on the wedding". "Can I call you back?" Ibrahim said hanging up the call immediately. he sounded upset. As he ended the call I rushed back to my room. I found his cousin Kabir very creepy and weird. "Who gave you this" Ruqayya said as I walked into the room, she was holding the ring Ibrahim's mother gave me. "Ibrahim's mother" I replied, I was sure she already knew that. she stared at the ring awe rotating it to see its detailing. "O!! It has an inscription in it" Ruqayya said l
"What!" I exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat. what was he talking about? "My brother loves you," he said again. moving closer to me as I took a few steps backwards."you are the girl he saw three months ago, you are the girl he has been searching for" He explained, I shook my head in disbelief, Ahmad hates me. "You have no idea what you are talking about '' I said, I felt certain Ahamd didn't love me."Ahmad can't love me, tell me something believable," I said, I thought he was looking for an excuse to call off the wedding. "Is your family friend back, is she willing to marry you instead? '' I yelled, I had seen this all before with my ex, he lied to me that he was forced to marry a relative. 'Why can't men own up to their own decisions' I wondered"I am not lying Fatima, I swear he told me with his own mouth" Ibrahim said, why would Ahmad do such a thing."Even if he does, I don't care. you are the one I am engaged to not him" He shook his head, "he's my brother" "And so what
My heart skipped a beat when I heard Ibrahim's mother's voice. I looked at Jidda who looked back at me, I hope she didn't hear what I said about her husband, my voice was pretty loud. She knocked again when there was no reply, "come in" Jidda said, I shook my head to tell her to stop but she had finished her statement. The door cracked open and Ibrahim's mother walked in. "Good morning," Ibrahim's mother said. looking at me, she didn't have the glow she had yesterday, she looked exhausted and unhappy. Jidda and I got up to show respect, "good morning" we replied. "Fatima dear can I speak to you please" she requested immediately.Jidda nodded. Gearing up to go walk out."no downstairs please, Ibrahim's father is here too," she said as I nodded. I looked at Jidda who was as confused as I was, why are they all here this early morning? Without saying another word she turned around walking out of my room and I followed her. We walked down into the living room where I saw a man in a
"Ahmad is here" Jidda said rushing into my room. 'o! Lord'!' I exclaimed, I had tried not to think about meeting Ahamd. I was sure it was going to be very awkward. I was already uncomfortable with him."Are you serious?" I said looking at the time, it was a few minutes past 4. "You would think he would refuse to come and just let me and his brother be happy," I thought. I picked up my phone to see if I had any missed calls. I did, I missed three calls from Ibrahim. my phone must have been on silent. I missed it. I decided to call immediately, he probably thought I was avoiding his call. "Hello, Fatima!" Ibrahim sighed picking up the call. He picked up so quickly, that he was probably staring at his phone. "I am sorry for the way I behaved earlier, I let my emotions control me" he apologized. After hearing everything I knew it wasn't his fault. he was being a good brother. As always he was being selfless. "It's fine, I spoke to your mom, I understand everything now" I replied.
I asked Ahmad. I was curious. I wanted to know if he was going to continue treating me badly if I chose Ibrahim."I don't understand your question," Ahmad said. staring at me. "You have been formal and unfriendly to me ever since I met you, I thought you didn't like me for your brother and now I am hearing you actually liked me for yourself" "Everything about it is confusing and I just want to know if you would continue being unfriendly to me If I choose to marry Ibrahim or you would treat me better," I said. I let everything out. It was difficult for me to hide how I felt."I am sorry if you feel I am unfriendly to you" Ahmad replied. " I do like you for Ibrahim". "But you can't expect me to be as friendly with you as I am with Jidda or anybody else" he explained."And why not, because I am marrying your brother and not you?" I naively asked, not paying attention to how hurtful and inappropriate it may have sounded until I said it. He smirked, looking at the time. "My one hour
The door cracked open, as Jidda barged into my room, I raised my head from the table giving her an annoyed look, she never knocks. "Ahmad is here," she said with a sheepish smile, I nodded, looking back at my book, "The Art of not giving a fuck" If only I could put it into practice. "Did you hear me?" she said and I nodded. "why don't both of you go, I am not in the mood to go out?" I said. not lifting my head from the book I was reading."His talking to your Aunties, they said they wouldn't let him leave until you come down" Jidda said. "Ughhhh" I exclaimed how frustrating. 'What was he doing talking to my aunts? And why do they have to always be in my business' I thought. I felt like screaming. "I am coming" I murmured, reluctantly getting up from my table and moving to the dresser. I put on a long pink hijab above the trousers and top I was wearing. The hijab was so long it reached my feet. That particular hijab was the hijab I wore when I wasn't trying at all. it made me loo
"Really!" I exclaimed staring at Ahmad who nervously shook his head. "I didn't give him the idea" Ahmad denied. "Come one, don't be humble... most of those words were yours" Mr Edison insisted. "Either way, the actors brought the characters to life," I said giving credit to the actors instead. Since none of them wanted to take credit. "You know, the actors are still in the building. Would you like to meet them?" Mr Edison offered. I smiled. "I would love to" I nodded. I wanted to meet the faces behind the movie. especially the male actor who played his part perfectly. "I would wait for you at the restaurant," Ahmad said. He seemed uncomfortable and uninterested. "Me too," Jidda said moving closer to Ahmad. "Okay let's go, Elena," Mr Edison said, his fiance and I walked behind him and we left the cinema through the back door. "Did Ahmad really inspire the movie?" I asked Mr Edison as soon we were out of Ahmad's sight. I was curious, but I didn't want Ahmad to feel uncomfortabl
hello guys, thank you so much for reading my book, this is now a complete book and I understand some of you might want closure on why she actually chose Ahmad. Ibrahim has a love interest who was engaged but her engagement got canceled and they ended up together. Ibrahim doesn't love her and is just following his father's wishes, while Ahmad on the other hand has always and will always love her. he just wanted to respect the relationship she already started having with his brotherI wanted to write a scene where Ibrahim discovers he is glad she chose Ahmad but decided to just explain it here, I hope you enjoyed the book, thank you for reading. I love you all so much.
"Have you made your choice?" She asked and I nodded. "Who is it" she asked, I told her who I decided and I could see a visible smile on her face. "Don't get me wrong I love my children equally but I think you made the best choice" she said giving me a warm hug. I thought so too, I had no doubt I made the right choice and I was happy with my choice. I watched her walk back to Ibrahim's father. Whispering in his ears.The party was over and we all went back home. "So who did you choose" my cousin Jamila asked me on the ride back home. We moved in three cars. And the car I was in had only Jidda and a few of my cousins. "I will tell all of you when we get back home," I said. I wanted to tell them all at once because I knew my decision wouldn't be Received by so many. I didn't care. I was glad with my choice.The next day, I had ample time to worry about my full body cleansing and my skincare. While Ruqayya and my cousins went to check out the house I was going to stay. "Please! The
"Yes," I said I had one person in mind already. "Good, I would ask you who it is after dinner," their mother informed. "Thank You, Fatima," she said before hanging up the call. Jidda's surprise party was exactly what I needed to get the answer. It had been right in front of me the whole time but I needed clarity to see it. I knew who I wanted to be my husband and I had no doubts at all."Ibrahim's mother invited us for dinner," I said to Jidda as soon as I got back to her. "Did she ask you?? Have you made a choice yet?" Jidda asked as I shook my head. I had an idea who I wanted to share the rest of my life with but I wasn't ready to share it with Jidda just yet.The bridal shower ended early. On time for us to prepare for the dinner. "You need to start dressing like a bride" Ruqayya teased. Bringing out a beautiful teal blue dress for me to wear. It was Embellished with tiny crystals and sequins, and the gown's body sparkled with intricate lace detailing."Now this is a dress be
"I don't you expect to choose me," Ahmad said, making me feel worse. "My brother Ibrahim is such has an amazing heart, he deserves all the love he can get. He hasn't been so lucky with love, and I hope you can make each other happy," I nodded in silence. I hoped the same thing too. I just wanted to be happy. "Don't worry, I won't bother you tomorrow. I will also be busy," Ahmad said with a warm smile. I nodded, smiling back at him. I could see defeat in his eyes as he tried to maintain his smile. "I will see you at the wedding, Fatima," he said his final farewell to me. I nodded again, getting out of the car. I got into the house with tears flowing down my eyes, I was glad everyone was minding their business today. They were all so busy preparing for the wedding they didn't notice me enter, That allowed me to sneak into my room to cry.I was so confused, I didn't want to hurt Ahmad or Ibrahim, But I also didn't want them to lose the opportunity to fulfil their father's dying w
"It's not that easy Jidda, some feelings are better left hidden," I said. whatever message she was trying to pass I was going to counteract it. "I know you don't think so, Fatima," "you have always wanted love to win'" Jidda persisted. "You know what this movie reminds me of" I said changing the topic. And talking to Ahmad instead. "The Great Gatsby" "That movie made me cry like a baby" I said. And Ahmad nodded. Luckily before Jidda could get to say anything more we arrived at the Park. "It's not officially open yet," Ahmad said as he honked his horn at the gate. A man rushed out looking at the driver before nodding to open the gate. He drove into a large parking lot. "Good afternoon sir" the man who opened the gate said. "I did know you were coming""Akram, hello how are you" Ahmad said with a warm smile. I greeted the man and he greeted me back leading us through the gates of the park. "Not all the rides are functional right?" I asked looking at the beautiful park with so m
"Really!" I exclaimed staring at Ahmad who nervously shook his head. "I didn't give him the idea" Ahmad denied. "Come one, don't be humble... most of those words were yours" Mr Edison insisted. "Either way, the actors brought the characters to life," I said giving credit to the actors instead. Since none of them wanted to take credit. "You know, the actors are still in the building. Would you like to meet them?" Mr Edison offered. I smiled. "I would love to" I nodded. I wanted to meet the faces behind the movie. especially the male actor who played his part perfectly. "I would wait for you at the restaurant," Ahmad said. He seemed uncomfortable and uninterested. "Me too," Jidda said moving closer to Ahmad. "Okay let's go, Elena," Mr Edison said, his fiance and I walked behind him and we left the cinema through the back door. "Did Ahmad really inspire the movie?" I asked Mr Edison as soon we were out of Ahmad's sight. I was curious, but I didn't want Ahmad to feel uncomfortabl
The door cracked open, as Jidda barged into my room, I raised my head from the table giving her an annoyed look, she never knocks. "Ahmad is here," she said with a sheepish smile, I nodded, looking back at my book, "The Art of not giving a fuck" If only I could put it into practice. "Did you hear me?" she said and I nodded. "why don't both of you go, I am not in the mood to go out?" I said. not lifting my head from the book I was reading."His talking to your Aunties, they said they wouldn't let him leave until you come down" Jidda said. "Ughhhh" I exclaimed how frustrating. 'What was he doing talking to my aunts? And why do they have to always be in my business' I thought. I felt like screaming. "I am coming" I murmured, reluctantly getting up from my table and moving to the dresser. I put on a long pink hijab above the trousers and top I was wearing. The hijab was so long it reached my feet. That particular hijab was the hijab I wore when I wasn't trying at all. it made me loo
I asked Ahmad. I was curious. I wanted to know if he was going to continue treating me badly if I chose Ibrahim."I don't understand your question," Ahmad said. staring at me. "You have been formal and unfriendly to me ever since I met you, I thought you didn't like me for your brother and now I am hearing you actually liked me for yourself" "Everything about it is confusing and I just want to know if you would continue being unfriendly to me If I choose to marry Ibrahim or you would treat me better," I said. I let everything out. It was difficult for me to hide how I felt."I am sorry if you feel I am unfriendly to you" Ahmad replied. " I do like you for Ibrahim". "But you can't expect me to be as friendly with you as I am with Jidda or anybody else" he explained."And why not, because I am marrying your brother and not you?" I naively asked, not paying attention to how hurtful and inappropriate it may have sounded until I said it. He smirked, looking at the time. "My one hour
"Ahmad is here" Jidda said rushing into my room. 'o! Lord'!' I exclaimed, I had tried not to think about meeting Ahamd. I was sure it was going to be very awkward. I was already uncomfortable with him."Are you serious?" I said looking at the time, it was a few minutes past 4. "You would think he would refuse to come and just let me and his brother be happy," I thought. I picked up my phone to see if I had any missed calls. I did, I missed three calls from Ibrahim. my phone must have been on silent. I missed it. I decided to call immediately, he probably thought I was avoiding his call. "Hello, Fatima!" Ibrahim sighed picking up the call. He picked up so quickly, that he was probably staring at his phone. "I am sorry for the way I behaved earlier, I let my emotions control me" he apologized. After hearing everything I knew it wasn't his fault. he was being a good brother. As always he was being selfless. "It's fine, I spoke to your mom, I understand everything now" I replied.