Conflicting Emotions (Muslim Love Story)

4) Diaper buddies?

AALIYAH'S POV:

The next day, I was hoping that I didn't have to see the new guy, I don't know what happened. I was a good girl. I prayed as many prayers I could, I read Quran before school and I did all my homework on time and helped around the house I volunteered at our hospital because my parents wouldn't let me work.. Because I was their little princess *rolls eyes, I know* and I was not just the innocent quiet one, I knew how to act around people I was easy to talk to but God knows what happened when this guy came into my life .. Well kinda.

Ping. My iPhone signalled that I received a message.

'Sorry babe I can't come to school today, grandmas really sick we have to take her to the hospital. Good luck in Chem with Mr. Hottie ;)' ugh Fatima! I put my phone down in Frustration and as if on cue Akbar comes and takes a seat on the desk beside me.

"No one was sitting here right?"

"Umm.. No..?"

Then Aun walks into the room and gives me a look and I shrug. He was my brothers best friend and I respected him as if he was an elder to me, he was funny and nice and served as back up if Ahmad wasn't around. Well Usman and Aun both.

"Akbar my Mann, come sit with us !"Both the boys approached us

"It's fine man I wanna get to know the chick better ;)" Chick? This wasn't going to end good

"Respect the girl man, or at least the fact that she's wearing a hijab!" Usman warned as Aun stood grinding his teeth and clenching his fists. What was with this guy and glaring at Akbar?

Akbar turned to me and winked, then walked off with the other two and they made sure they were across the class., away from me. Even from there, I felt a stare coming my way. I dare not look up.

Imran and Sidrah were going to hang out and Tanya ha some things to do so I decided to hang out with my brother at lunch.I needed some time to vent and I knew he had something on his mind because he was awfully quiet since yesterday.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we got in the car to head over to McDonald's.

"Nothing-"

"Liar liar ! Just tell me bhai Jaan"

"It's nothing I promise Aaliyah."

"Tell me! Tell me!" I started poking him because I knew he hated it

"Fine fine, just stop that" yay

" I kind of like someone.." What?!

"OMG who??" I said half shocked and half ecstatic.

"Can't say.."

"Omg just tell me !"

"Okay say Wallah you won't get mad" why would I get mad ?

"Tanya." Ohh that's why

"What? You like Tanya?" He nodded a small smile playing on his lips. Wow my brother who was only crazy about two things - his studies and his fitness had found a third, my best friend. WOW.

"I'm not mad, why would I be mad? And now I need to tell you something too "

"Go ahead" it was evident that he was relieved to get thy weight off his shoulders.

"There's this guy-" I was stopped by a sharp glare.

"Aun?" He said a little too angrily. Huh no? We barely talked wth?

"No.Let me finish at least" I held up a hand to tell him to wait " i bumped into him after Jummah prayers and then he's in my chem class and I don't know I keep bumping into him.. Maybe he's stalking me.. I don't know"

" Oh Akbar?? Haha he told me that you've grown clumsier since we were younger" he started laughing. What was with this weirdo.

My brother told me the story about how Akbar and him were best friends since they were in their diapers and then Akbar's family moved to the UK for a couple years, then Toronto and now they were back so he could complete high school and attend U of C.

This brought back many memories and wow, how did I not recognize him?

"They're coming for dinner tonight and mom also told them about your birthday coming up, they insisted we go to their house for a little party with the family you know" I internally groaned at the revelation on our way home.

I went home to the delicious smells of biryani and all sorts of Pakistani dishes being cooked, my mom was busy and didn't notice me come in behind her and hug her

"Ah! Ya Allah!"

"Assalamualaikum mama, I'm gonna go get ready and be back to help you"

I ran upstairs and changed into a dark blue and purple cultural dress with leggings and a dupatta (a scarf thing, can cover your head or not) I decided not to put it in the form of a hijab because it is only our family and people who've known me since I was a baby.

I quickly straightened my thick black hair and pulled it all to rest over my left shoulder, I applied some BB cream, lined my eyes and added some lip gloss to create a descent yet dressy look for the dinner.

After about 2 hours the house was clean and the food was set. Also the doorbell rang.

Asif grabbed the door and welcomed the guests.

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Danish Taimoor as Muhammad Aun >>

-Asma xx