Life Is a box of Chocolates.

Chapter 5

Asalam mu alaykum. How have you all been my wonderful readers?Here's the next chapter.

Its been a week since Aunty Fiaz came with the proposal for her son. Before you say 'well nooo she came for her daughter', hear me out. The reason i said son was because i refuse to say his name. Mostly because my cheeks feel there on fire if I say his name. its not my fault and yes a get teased alot.Therefore he is Aunty Fiaz's son ...... or Humaira's brother. End of.

Anyway, I have been thinking a lot about it and have come to a decision. Mind you, it's hard not to think about it as it the only thing I was allowed to do. I mean I'd wake have breakfast 'what have you thought' then aunty would ring and boast about her son. Its a bit annoying that shes boasting so much but what can we do? Its like shes selling her son, rather than binding him in holy matrimony.

Then Attiya would come down hug me and ask then Saif biya would ,then dad would. After that an hour or so's debate would start. Questions flying here and there, concerns going to and fro. Then mum would ring aunty and ask questions. Aaaaagh. The only time in had peace was when I went to my room to pray.

At the moment am walking back and forth in my bedroom trying to come up with the right way to word what I want to say. It's Saturday and everyone will be awake waiting for me. I did ask for a week but Aunty Fiaz kindly gave me 2 more days.

"Come on Salsabeel pull yourself together. You can do this. "

Ok mini pep talk over. I take a deep breath and walk out of my room to the stairs and down to the living room.

Everyone is busy eating breakfast. I sit down and join them. After breakfast I chicken out and begin doing the housework. Vaccuming ,wiping, cleaning, ironing ,washing and cooking. Soon its time for lunch. after making roti and cleaning up again we all pray and then sit in the living room. Were sat the same way we were last week when I was told about the proposal. Mum me and Attiya on one settee and dad and biya on the other.

We sat in silence for a while before dad cleared there throat. Yes I say 'there' instead of 'his'. More respectful.

" So what have you thought? You asked for a week and they kindly gave you two more days. They will be coming in the evening. We need your answer. "

I sat fiddling with my fingers. Taking a deep breath I began.

" Well...Erm...I don't know what to say......I mean its a big decision and ive thought of various scenario. " trying to lighten the mood i added "You know me..... my imagination gets the best of me at times. "

Everyone smiled.

" ive decided to say yes but I have some finale concerns. " I added.

"Ok what are they? " dad asked.

Come on Salsabeel you can do it.

" One I love wearing my niqaaab. I've heard men force niqaabiz to take there niqaabs off. Unfortunately, ive also heared those who don't wear it are forced to put it on. What if he makes me take it off? I'd like assurance that he won't make me take it off."

" Ok. "

" Two I've spent a lot on driving lessons I don't want to stop my lessons. I want to continue untill I pass."

" Ok anything else? "

"Just one more. I want to know whether or not he'll let me continue teaching."

" The first two are sensible the last is a bit....."

" I know but still its important to me. "

"Ok don't worry. There coming over in the evening will sort everything then."