MAFIA AND MUSLIMAH

CHAPTER 1: Who's That

"Mama, I'm heading to the food bank. Let me know if my university letter comes in." I say as I adjust my Jilbab, heading out. I applied to my dream university, and my letter should be here any day now.

"Okay," she replies. My mom is very blunt. She doesn't care or talk much after my dad passes away. She's only left with me, her only child.

I take the bus to the food bank and meet up my friend, Mia. "Assalamualaikum sis, long time no see." She says.

"Waalaikumusalam, yeah, I've just been busy reviewing some bio notes, I kind of wanna have a head start in uni."

"Of course you do," she smiles. She knows of my dream to study and get a job to gain my independence, "Let's start by packaging these cans. "

We box over 100 cans while talking when I see our manager, Ahmed, bringing in a tall, muscular man with tattoos down his arm,showing him around the large food bank.

"Oh my god." Mia remarks.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"That's Kim Ebrahim...he funds this place."

"Wow, really?" I say as I watch him read files with Ahmed, then realize that I should lower my gaze.

"Yup, my brother told me all about that guy. But don't warm up that fast. He isn't as good as he seems." Mia comments as she hands me boxes.

"Wait, why?" I place the box to the side to tape and hand to Maryam, one of the other volunteers. I'm grateful they don't do any free mixing and keep the guys to one side and the girls to the other. Alhamdulillah, because guys can be weird at times.

"He lived with his grandpa until his grandpa's death when he was 18. His Catholic parents died when he was young and passed down 7 multi-million dollar businesses to him, but sometimes things get messy, and he ends up killing people."

I gasp, "Say wallah. Is he even muslim?!"
"Wallah. Well, now he is. He converted 3 years ago when he was 20. He closed down his strip clubs and bars he used to own. But he still is sketchy. Everyone fears him, even the authorities,"

"Damn. Allah really does guide people." I say as I notice Ebrahim staring at me and whispering to Ahmad. I quickly returned to what I was doing as my ears heat up. Rida, stop, this guy is no good.

EBRAHIM'S POV:-

Today, I'm visiting the Muslim food bank that I fund, just to check up on some money related things. Ahmed shows me the files, "Alhamdulillah, we're getting more donations than ever."

" Yeah, that's good," I say as someone catches my eye from a distance. "Who's that? The one in nigab?" I ask Ahmed.

"Oh her? One of our volunteers, Rida. She just graduated high school and helps out a lot here." He replies quickly, just as he should.

That's who I want. Call it love at first sight, I don't care, but she's gonna be mine. "Give me the volunteer info on her."

"Yes, sir, I'll get it from my office." He does as I say without questioning.

"Rida Hadid," I read. Turns out she lives with her mom. I save her number.

The maghrib azaan goes off, and everyone heads to the prayer room. I catch a glimpse of Rida with her friends at the back. I lead salah since I'm doing hifth. I'm 2 years in, and I have a couple chapters left to memorize, but Insha'Allah, I can get it done soon. I quickly make duaa and ask for forgiveness so that my plan goes smoothly.

Everyone begins to leave, and I follow Rida out. I see her head towards the bus stop with no one around. Perfect.

Assalamualaikum, my lovely readers. It's Rukhsaar here! I hope that you all are doing well and taking good care of yourself.

So before you guys start reading, I would like to discuss something.

• Guys, I am not perfect, so you can expect grammatical mistakes from me and sometimes the auto correct changes and repeat the word. If you will point out the grammatical mistakes, then it would be a great help.

• Secondly, I will never any one of you to copy my work.

•This is the work of fiction. Any character and any event stated in the book is not real, and it doesn't have any relationship with reality. Keep this in mind.

•Remember, Ebrahim is a new revert who isn't the best muslim, so don't expect him to be he sins a lot, but tries his best.

• *Muslim version of a Mafia forced marriage trope*

• Hate comments about any person, religion, idol, country, and culture won't be tolerated.Be respectful and everyone will be respectful to you, too.

Love from Rukhsaar♡