BOOK #1 OF "MEANT TO BE" SERIES
"𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔..."
Siddique Khan, age 26 is an ideal Muslim young man with good values and morals. He practices his deen regularly. He loves his family and can do anything...
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"Mom, are they coming or not?" I asked, pacing back and forth impatiently. "It's already 8:20 PM. When will they come?"
I might sound desperate to her, and I am desperate. I need to meet him, see him, and talk to him. I have so many things to tell him. Why was I acting so distant towards him? Why was I ignoring his feelings?
I also need to tell him everything I've been hiding from him all this time: my problems, my insecurities, everything.
I need to clear up the mess I created between us, the mess that led to him breaking our friendship and lying to our parents about liking someone else.
God! When I heard that from my mother, it felt like a knife to my heart. Not because he lied, but because of the thought that he might actually like someone else, and not me.
He wants to move on from me, but I don’t want him to. I know I sound selfish, and maybe I am. I like him so much, it scares me. I might be falling in love with him. He wants that, but I don’t. Not because he’s a bad person, but because he’s too good for me. I fear loving someone like him, someone good and perfect.
I have reasons to push him away, and tonight, I’ll tell him everything that I’ve kept inside my heart. I know only he can help me get rid of these fears and insecurities.
Tonight, whatever he decides after listening to my words, I’ll accept it. At least, I will try if his decision is not in my favor.
I can’t lose him at any cost. Maybe I’ll beg him to accept me with all my flaws, even if it's just as a friend.
Mom gave me a concerned look and said, "Your Amina aunty told me they will come. But Siddique didn’t say anything when your father met him outside the mosque. So, I don’t know. Let’s hope they come." Her voice was hopeful.
I nodded and kept pacing in front of the entrance door of our house. I was so ready to open the door and welcome them. But, fuck they didn't come yet.
*When they're planning to come? Damnit!*
"Naaz, you should sit. If they come, you can get up and open the door. Seeing you like this makes me feel dizzy," Mom commented.
But I continued my walk. "Why don’t you go into the kitchen and work?" I suggested.
"Naaz! Watch your mouth," Dad scolded, coming out of their bedroom. "Your mother is right. Sit down with us."
"No," I responded.
He walked over to her, sat down, and patted the empty spot beside him. "Naaz, stop acting like a brat and come here." I didn’t move. "Now," he added firmly.
