Until I Met You ✔️.

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NAEEM.
Algiers, Algeria.

Two days to Eid.

Alhamdulillah, the muqabala was a success, and all the children did a wonderful job. But I haven't seen Aman since the day she hit her head. I only came to learn that she was only allowed to come for tahajjud to help relieve her of the stress so she could heal faster.

Aamir and Nareen's engagement is around the corner. Alhamdulilah, and Mama has been so excited, though we decided to keep everything simple, meaning only family members and close friends are invited insha'Allah.

When I'm getting married, insha'Allah, Aamir is going to plan everything for me. I am actually on my way to his house to pick him up so we can go get him some shoes for his special day.

I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. "Yes, I'm coming!" Someone yells. A few seconds later, Aman flings the door open, revealing her face. "Oh, Asalamu alaikum, please come in." She smiles. I nod and walk in. "Waalaikumus salam, nice to see you, Aman. I hope you're feeling much better." I inquire, and she nods, blushing a bit. I look away, realising I've been staring.

"I'm much better, thanks for asking. I'll go get Aamir; please have a seat," she adds, gesturing to the seats. I watch as she disappears down the hallway before taking a seat.

Aamir appears a few minutes later. "Asalamu alaikum, bro, I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He asks, "It's fine; we should get going, though we don't want to be late." . "Ommi, Naeem came over to help me get a few things; we'll be back before iftar, insha'Allah," he yells.

After she replies, we exit the house and file into my car before heading for the mall. We come back home after praying Magrib in the masjid, so we head straight for the dining table. Everything smells amazing, Mashaa Allah.

"Aman, come serve dinner!" Aunty Khadijah yells, "Yes, I'm coming. I'm trying to finish up the samosas." . She appears a few seconds later and starts handing out plates. When it gets to my turn, I collect the plate, careful that our hands are not touching.

Halfway through dinner, Aamir's grandma speaks up: "I hope you're planning on getting married soon too, Naeem." She says, "No, Nanu, not yet." I reply, "Why?" She asks, "Well, I haven't found anyone yet." I explain.

"Ya Allah, the children of these days wanting to find spouses for themselves, haven't you seen your parents and us too? We all met through our parents. Give your mother the chance to find you one, or you can take Aman here; we are all tired of her." Nanu rants, causing Aman to choke.

She coughs for a bit before clearing her throat. "I'm sorry, my food went down the wrong pipe," she explains, blushing. "I'll talk to my mother about it," I say. "In what part of the conversation do you want to get to know Aman, or will you talk to your mother about finding you a bride?" She asks

"I'll talk to my mother," I say. I agree with Aamir now; his grandmother is really nosy. After dinner, we have some chesscake Aman made, which is again delicious, by the way.

"I'll be taking my leave," I announce, getting up, "so soon?" Oncle Abban asks, "Yes, I want to get a few things on my way before I go home." I explain. "Yal'lah, let me escort you," Aamir says, getting up. I hug Nana and Oncle Abban before following Aamir outside.

"Don't mind what Nana said earlier; she has been trying to get Aman to make up her mind and decide to get married; it's been like this for two years now," he sighs. "I've been there, bro; your Nanu is an older version of my mother back home," I joke.

"See you tomorrow," I say, getting into my car. "See you then," he says, stepping aside. I pull out the driveway and zoom off, thinking of if I told my mother that I had someone in mind and that someone is someone I shouldn't be thinking of.

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