It's Muslim Love

Chapter Two: Roses

_Hey guys! I have time now so I'm deciding to write. But I'm not so sure about what to write about. Gonna do a couple of drafts or just start writing about whatever comes to my head. But hope you like it! Vote and comment :D

I couldn't sleep. I was awake all night, thinking. How could my life have changed so quick? Just yesterday I was just a girl going to college, with friends, and no thought of...you know.
So last night, after meeting our "family friends" everything seemed to change. I was talking to Jannatul, not bothering to listen to the conversation of my parents with Zains parents, while Zain himself was told to go get something from his car. And after they left, my parents asked me a question. Which I didn't know the answer to, so they told me to think about it. And here I am, thinking about it.

The next day...

"Good morning Fatima"
I walk downstairs, drowsy and tired, dressed like a mess, with a glum look on my face.
"Goodmorning ma." As sad and confused as I was, I tried to sound casual.
"Honey...I can see your struggling. And I know you don't want me to ask you this, but I have to. Just remember, Allah is here for you. So have you made a decision?" My mom seemed to choke out.

"I...I respect the decisions you and dad have made. I know you guys want the best for me, and I know if you chose him, he is the best for me. So I agree with the marriage." I let out a big sigh, not believing what I just said. I don't even know the guy, barely. But I'm gonna put all my trust in Allah, and inshallah the best of outcomes will appear.

I turn around, going to walk out the door, ignoring my moms face expression, greet her goodbye, and a walk out the door praying to Allah that I didn't give her the wrong message.

All day I was happy, excited, but yet sad and confused. I didn't know what was gonna happen. I wasn't very focused during class, but handled to make it through an average day. Talia wasn't here, cause she went on vacation for a month. And the worst part was, Jannatul had to leave to go see her sick aunt who was diagnosed with cancer in Florida. It was an emergency. And I can't even talk to her about this, until she comes backs. I squeeze my arms around me, and close my eyes after thinking of her aunt.

"Please, Allah help her. Have mercy on her." I think to myself.

I keep walking, rather wandering around near my college, not wanting to go home. I replayed everything that happened yesterday. When I saw Zain, his parents, what I did. I put my hand on my face.

I walk into a restaurant , and sit down.

"What could I get you?" The waiter walks up to me and says.
I lower my gaze, keeping my eyes on the menu.
" I'll take a smoothie and a plain salad" I say.

I usually don't do things like this, atleast not alone. When I do come to restaurants its with my friends, or family. But today I felt different.

After I finished eating, the waiter hands me a bill. I pay for my food, and get up to leave.

As I was walking out the restaurant, I turn my head around to see kids playing on the street, and suddenly I bump into someone.

"Watch where your going" the voice says. It was a guy, I thought after hearing the tone of his voice. I look up, but quickly look down shocked.
"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry." I say quietly.
It was the guy I bumped into, and two of his other friends in the back, I'm sure. They looked like the bad boy type. I could hear them chuckling to eachother, giving gestures they would only understand.

I turn around to walk away, and one of the guys grabbed my arm. It wasn't the guy who bumped into me, it was one of his friends. He was tall, with dark blue eyes, brown hair, and pale skin. I lower my gaze, now afraid.