The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twelve: The First Official Meeting

FIRST, PRAY IF YOU HAVE TO.

Yadirah

"Okay, fine. When do we meet?" I asked my mom.

"You're... fine with it?" She asked. I tilted my head, biting my tongue. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "Why do you seem so sad about it?" I asked her.

"Oh, I'm not. It's just that... You're growing up too quick. I almost regret pushing you into this just because your dad said so." She said, looking down. We were sitting in the living room. Well, actually I was laying down on the couch, while my mom was resting her feet from an exhausting day in the kitchen.

"You didn't push me into to this. It was my choice, remember? Truthfully, I'm a little happy about meeting Saifullah. I want to know stuff about him..."

"Oh!" She said, looking happily at me. "Do you know what you want to ask him?" She asked. I pulled a list of questions out of my pajama pockets, and gave it to her. She went through it once, then twice, and finally looked at me with a serious face. "Is that all you want to know about him?" She asked me. I stared at her confused.

"Yeah, that's all that matters to me." I replied, yawning. It was almost time to go to sleep, so I was awfully tired.

"But these are pretty obvious questions to really obvious answers. I'm sure he prays five times a day. He's memorized the Qur'an just like you. And he's a great kid." My mom replied.

"He has?" I asked, surprised. "He memorized the Qur'an too?!" I asked. She nodded.

"Why?" She asked. Aww... now there's nothing I can brag about to him. I don't exactly do well in studies either.

"No, no reason." This is a HUGE reason. "Okay, but the other questions do not have much of obvious answers though." I think it's my right to ask whether he's going to take me to Jannah or not. I mean what if I marry him, and he's not what I dreamed of him to be. Though that would be impossible... because I know Allah only gives me what's best for me.

"Okay, Yadirah. Good luck. But at the same time, why don't you try asking about his hobbies and whatnot instead of throwing your expectations at him in the form of questions first."

"Hmm... No, that's a pretty cliche question." I said, ruffling my nose and eyebrows in thought.

"It's also a very important question." She pointed out. That is a very good point.

"You're right." I said, thoughtfully. "Okay, I'm going to sleep now." I said getting up and walking to my room.

"Yadirah. Don't forget to prepare for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" I asked.

"The day you meet Saifullah face to face." My eyes widened in horror.

"SO SOON?" I asked, horrified.

"Oh... did I forget to mention that?" She asked herself quietly.

"Mommy... why? Why do you love torturing me? What if I can't find anything to wear tomorrow? What if I can't match anything? I'm too tired to think of anything and you tell me this horrendous news?!" I asked, feeling nervous and tired at the same time.

"Relax, I just did the laundry. Choose whatever you want to wear, and I'll iron it for you." She said.

"Really?" I asked surprised. "You're not going to force me to do it myself?" I asked her. She gave me a look.

"After you burned everyone's clothes the last time?" She asked. "Dream on, little one. Now leave. Go to your room. Your mother needs some peace and quiet."She said, shooing me away. I sighed, and gave my bed one longing stare. Ugh, I have to brush my teeth before bed. Five minutes of sleep won't hurt though, right? Oh, who am I kidding. I wasn't even capable of getting to the bathroom at this moment. I laid down and fell fast asleep to wake up to my dad's voice.