Noorhe

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Numberous of prayers...
Numberous of tears...
Numberous of pleading...

Yet baba's word remained the same. No.

Really, it shouldn't surprise me, yet it did. After all, baba's words were always obeyed without discussions. But how can he not leave a room for discussion after announcing my marriage with Faris? In better words, Afroze uncle's son.

Afroze uncle is one of baba's closest friend. They both happened to be shareholders in MVM.Ltd. Afroze uncle never was in the picture until 4 years ago, when baba first bought a share in MVM.Ltd and the rest became history. I was too engrossed with my own life to figure he had a wife, let alone a son.

Don't get the wrong idea, I've heard about baba's friend from time to time but it didn't concern me nor interest me enough to ask more about him.

Salam, mera nam (My name's) Noorhe and I'm a month away from starting college. Just when I thought zendagi kharab nahi ho sakti (Life couldn't get worse) with tossing me a step mom along with her kids, whom wholeheartedly despise me, I was proved wrong.

Me khandan ke sabse bara bacaho, per meri jar sutele beni atehei. Ammi mujhe jenm de neki baad ger mutwakae tur per entegal kergeyi. There onwards baba married his cousin, Zahra. (I'm the oldest child in the family, then comes my four step-sisters. Ammi passed away unexpectedly soon after giving birth to me.)

Living along side with them is quite suffocating but not enough to perish one. Maybe, I've grown immune to their behavior after all this years but I still confront them, if necessary. There are times where I'd purposely stay after school just so to spend less time with them. Baba was barely ever home, meaning; there wasn't a solid reason to stay at home besides the necessity.

Living without a goal in life was what I was doing before baba announced my marriage to whomever he is. Then, I've decided to do everything in my will to stop this marriage from happening. Everything.

I've went out of my way and plead Zahra to talk to baba, but when has luck ever stood beside me?

Marriage never was ideal to me. Neither did I know how to cook, clean or anything among the chorus. I can barely take care of myself without Hamza baba's help, our housekeeper, let alone taking care of others. For clarity, I do know marriage isn't all about that but when there isn't even the tiniest form of love, what could I possibly think?

I just wasn't cut out for all this and prior to that, I don't want to burden anyone with being with me. Heck, I'm comfortable the way I am and certainly wasn't fond of changing. Another huge reason to why I rejected this marriage is that I'm afraid. I wasn't ready for this and it feels like everything is moving at a fast pace. This may sound ironic but I'd much rather live with my step family till death separates us apart than get married. It's like my freedom is being snatched away. Allah kiyu...

I know I should trust what Allah has it for me and accept it as it is but I can't help but be afraid. I'm not aware of what the future has it for me, so why can't I come to acceptance? Allah's the best if planners afterall...

I'm doing the both of us a favor by rejecting this marriage. He doesn't deserve a burden like me and I don't plan on getting married.

I'm eight-freaking-teen, I just got out of ammi's tummy yesterday. Not really but now I can't help but think...

Would ammi have talked to baba about this?

I wish i had some who'd talk baba out of this...

The last time I approach him he said, "I know what's the best for you and this is what's the best. Increase your trust in Allah because I'm not changing my words."

But he has to. This can't happen for all I know. Ironically though, baba ji married the women of his choice and wasn't pressured nor forced to marry someone. Is that his way of saying he regretted marrying the women of his choices?

I certainly didn't picture Faris, yet and knew nothing about him but that's not because I wasn't curious to know but I was beyond occupied with the matter of this marriage being serious along side pleading baba. That's only until baba talked about him.

Come to figure, Faris was a fresh college graduate. Twenty five years of age to be exact. Now, he was the oldest as well among his siblings and most likely to go his father's path. I'd be lying if I said his glasses made him uglier because it did the opposite. Wo acha lakne wala lerki he (he's a good looking guy) but that statement itself doesn't make me back out from rejecting him. It could be a facade, Allah yaalam.

We have yet to meet but he's coming with his family on thursday to meet me.

In five days...

They're only coming to get to know me not actually engaging me to their son, yet I can't help but overly panic. How could I not though?

You'd think I haven't thought of what will happen if we get married, surprise, I did. He could possibly make me drop out of college. He could possibly make me a house wife instead. He could be abusive for all I know. He could possibly not allow me to sleep as much I desire to. He could possibly be controlling. I knew absolutely nothing about him for most. If he was a good person then I'd live everyday with guilt being carried on my shoulders. I repeat, everyone deserves a good wife and I am not the one.

That's pretty much it, for now. A spare of glimpse in my life.

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Heeyheyy there :')

If you happened to Cross by this story, I don't what to say but hopefully it doesn't disappoint you though this intro isn't all that :)

I'd only hope you liked it because else you'd really be wasting your time after reading thisss

I do not have a goal behind writing this story, it's just worth a try ykk

Oh and there will be quran verses on top of each chapter in english :)

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