Conflicting Emotions (Muslim Love Story)

2) First encounter

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AALIYAH'S POV:

I wandered the halls in amusement at the sophomores looking around frantically trying to find there way until I finally reached our group of lockers where my friends and I would meet. The grade 10s were given an orientation for 2 days without the disturbance of juniors or seniors whereas we only came on Wednesday to get lockers and all that work done.

"Damn girl why are you always late?!" Exclaimed my short best friend hugging me.

"Because I'm Paki" I laughed and the other two girls in our group laughed along being from Pakistan and all.

"Nah this fine girl just likes to make an entrance!" Winked one of our guy friends - Imran.

" Shut Up Imran her brother will kill you." Warned Sidrah lightly punching his arm jokingly, but she was right my brother couldn't stand a guy thinking about me like that.

Imran was sort of a flirt and teases us all but we all knew where his heart belonged - to Sid. It was different, he didn't flirt with her but respected her, he was a completely different person for her. He was a flirt but harmless and even Ahmad knew that.

Just like me, my friends wore the hijab and we practiced being good Muslims. Although we had guy friends and hung out sometimes, we knew our limits and didn't cross them ever.

"I'd never think of her like that Meri Jaan (my life/love) not with you around" he said in a serious but sincere tone, causing Sidrah to blush and adjust her already perfect hijab.

"Take her rishta (hand in marriage) already!" Tanya joked, that was the only way they could be together in Islam.

We all compared timetables and thankfully I had a class with each my friends. In 1st both Fatima and I had chemistry then I had English with Sidrah, the girls Imran and I had a spare together in 3rd period and last I had math with Tanya.

Fatima and I headed off to chemistry 30 (grade 12 Chem) since we both took grade 11 Chem in summer school which meant that we'd be in a classroom full of seniors .. We were the minors.. OH GOD.. I hated awkward situations like this.

We walked in and took the seats close to the back where we wouldn't get noticed by all the seniors. I'm not usually like this, I'm bubbly, fun, and confident but when it came to people I don't know or change.. I became the most awkward person ever. I hated change.

This Friday was short and Thank God no teacher gave us homework for the first day. During our spare we hung out in the library just relaxing and talking about our teachers and blah blah blah you know , the usual.

When the final bell rang I bid my friends goodbye and headed off to offer Jummah (Friday prayer) with Ahmad on our way home so we didn't miss it. Jummah is a prayer offered by Muslims to Allah, it is mandatory for men and optional for women but I usually just pray it in order to increase the amount of good deeds in my life.

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As I walked out of the ladies entrance and hurried to the car before the hundreds of men started pouring out I slammed into something hard.

"Umph." That was the sound of my face hitting his rock hard chest, keeping my eyes lowered I muttered a "sorry bhai(brother)"and continued walking past the non-mehram (man not directly related through blood) but he grabbed my wrist.

I slowly turned around and looked up more slowly, panicking that someone might see me.

"I'm not your brother" he smiled and I couldn't help noticing the chocolate brown eyes with the milky white skin and plump pink lips. He had stubble here and there giving him a rugged look. I forced myself to look down immediately to avoid haram thoughts from invading my mind.

I didn't respond to the statement but yanked my hand away and rushed to the car.

I wasn't usually like this, I was what you could call in some ways.. Innocent. If never had a boyfriend or done anything of that sort due to religion regulations that I understood and held close to my heart. I wore a hijab not only because it was comfortable and gave me a sense of security but because I knew I was capable of holding up the reputation of the garment that brought me closer to God in every way.

I rode the car in silence and my mind kept drifting to the boy who said that, many questions popped into my mind.

Who was he and how did he know me? Why'd he say that he wasn't my brother? What was that look on his face? Did he know any of my brothers?

Well I wouldn't know because I never really paid attention to my brothers' friends, whenever they came over is usually retreat to my room to stay out of the way and to avoid having to talk to boys .. Yeah I as real bad at that. Except my friends obviously..

Oh well whatever it shouldn't matter it's not like I'll see that guy again and if I do it's not like I'll remember him.. Or he'll remember me ... Right?

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And second chapter done ! It's still a little slow I'm trying to move it up a notch though and any ideas etc are welcome !

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