married at 16: Scars that bloomed into strength.

episode 15 "Secrets, letters and a girl call zahra. This is not just a dream"

Yasir's POV

"I ca...can't...I can't love you."

I rolled over in bed twice before my twin sister shook me awake for school. I jumped out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and didn't even process what she was saying I was already late.

But then it hit me: the memory of last night came crashing down. I had dreamt about Zahra again. A girl who would never love me back. A girl I used to like since childhood, but who hides her emotions so deeply it's impossible to know what she's thinking even if you're close to her. That's what makes her different.

Honestly, these dreams and feelings aren't right. They're a huge mistake. I wish I could switch them off.

But Mom? She's only adding fuel to the fire. Lately, she's been calling me ridiculous names like "Zayir" and cracking jokes about Zahra like it's a comedy show. She even invited Zahra over for dinner—and wants to give her Aunt Halima's book. That means Zahra's eventually going to find out... about everything. I should probably start digging my grave now. Lol.

Mom's obsession with Zahra is driving me mad. Every single serious conversation we have? Zahra, Zahra, Zahra. And I'm just standing there, nodding, trying not to explode. That's why I invited Zahra over—so Mom could finally see how much the "good girl" despises her handsome son. Maybe then she'll focus on me for once.

On the bright side, she's been packing lunch for me to take to uni, and honestly, I'm not complaining. I love food. I love her. It's a blessing from Allah. That's why I try hard not to disappoint her even when I'm annoyed.

University Life

First week at uni? Absolute chaos. Don't get me wrong—meeting new people from different backgrounds is amazing. But the annoying guys? The flexers? Especially those "Lions"? Ugh. They behave like their parents are literally printing money. It drives me insane.

Being in a university like ASAP is an honour. So many people wish they had the chance. Our fees are nearly half of Mom's salary. That thought alone breaks my heart. Sure, my dad is rich, and I've got a bank account with more than fifteen million in savings but I don't like being spoiled.

That's why I've decided to start working at Dad's company. I want to earn my own halal money.

Now back to the matter tomorrow's dinner. Should I invite Khalid? Hmm... too late, I'm dialing already.

"What's up, bro? As-salaam alaykum wa rahmatullah," Khalid answered cheerfully.
"Wa alaykum salaam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu. How's the fam?" I replied, voice steady.

"Happy and healthy, alhamdulillah. You?"
"Same here. Alhamdulillah. So... would you like to come over tomorrow at 7:30?"

"I'd love to. Thanks, bro! Till then, in shaa Allah. As-salaam alaykum."
"Wa alaykum salaam."

I dropped the phone on the bed and walked to the living room.

Talking with My Twin

"Bro, what's up?" my twin asked, hopping up from the couch to tap my arm.

"Not good Alhamdulillah," I replied sarcastically.

"I'm glad you're not," she teased, rolling her eyes and flopping onto another couch.

"I swear I won't do anything crazy. Come back!" I pleaded.
"Okay, okay." She returned, curiosity in her eyes.

"I need your advice. Seriously."
"Shoot."

I scratched my head awkwardly. "It's about Aunt Halima's letter. I've been thinking a lot lately. I'm worried about Zahra's reaction. And... I've been dreaming about her too much. I don't get it. At first, I would've rejected this marriage, no doubt. But now something's holding me back. I don't know what."