Chapter 1

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Aisha's POV
So its Monday morning.Today I have school so im currently struggling to get out my bed and pray fajr. Ughh dont you ever have those feelings where you just don't want to go anywhere and you just want to sleep 4 once? Well that's how im feeling right now! Im about to sleep a bit more when i realise that i only have 15 minutes left to pray fajr and normally it takes me 20 minutes. So per usual, I slide down my bunk-bed, turn of my alarm and rush to the toilet to make wudu.
The story of my life
After I prayed fajr, I come downstairs to find that my mum is making cookies. I know your thinking why am I having cookies for breakfast,  but hey who doesn't like cookies?
While I'm eating my cookies, mum is talking about marriage and how she found a guy that is 'the one' for me.
"He is a practising muslimah like you, he is really good looking mashallah and he goes to your school"mum says"would you like to marry him?"
"Errr no thanks mama" I reply, forcing out a smile.
"Come on habibti, hes already is coming for dinner"mum begs
"WHAT"I scream
"Habibti everything is planned, we will meet him in the evening and discuss the wedding plans."
"This couldn't get any better"I thought(mark my sarcasm)
"Mama may I ask who this "guy"is?"
"Aisha his name is Ali Hussein"
Ali hussein. ..wait WHAT
"Sorry mama what did you say" I reply
"Habibti I said Ali Hussein,  seriously it's like your hijab is bloking your ears" my mum laughs
I wasn't really listening now because there was one thing stuck in my head; I, Aisha Mohammed, will be getting married to Ali Hussein,  the bad boy of London Academy!

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