Two weeks passed in a blur, mostly with her and Maleek trying to find a way to stop the marriage then her crying to Zaitun about how she doesn't want to get married, she was the only one she could talk to at this point.
She sat down in a white laffaya, stretching the front part of her hair, with heavy thoughts, her phone rang making her flinch a little, it was Sayf, her cousin, he has been her backbone ever since she told him, she pushed her hair into the laffaya before picking up the video call
"enti jamilah" he said with a smile, not his normal smile though, a really sad one, he has been keeping up a facade, she could tell, he had dark circles around his eyes, lost weight and his hair was a bit messy
"you don't look good, you've not been looking good" she said with a frown
"how do you expect me to look good hoor when you are getting Married to someone you don't want to" the girl I've hopelessly loved for three years is getting married to someone he said in his head, he spoke not letting the smile fall, it was his way of hiding his pain
"how do you do this? How do you look happy when in less than an hour you'll be shackled to an arrogant bitch" she asked
"I don't know hoor, just smile through it"
"I don't only look worse than you, I feel worse hoori, we won't be able to tour Morocco and Algeria without a third party, but Allah is the best of the planners, I trust him and you should too hoori" he said with a small smile
A knock on the door took her attention from the phone to Maleek, he stood with his arms crossed over his chest "Sayf, I'll call you back later" she said ending the call
He stood with a gloomy expression, "I'm sorry min, I couldn't stop it, I'm sorry" he looked defeated
She looked at him, this was it, a lone tear slipped down her cheek "it's done?" She dreaded the answer to her question, he gave her a nod, she let the waterworks start, he moved to her and pulled her in for a hug "it's okay min" he rubbed circles on her back
"Ya why me? I know I'm not his favorite, I know I don't listen to him but why? Why does he hate me? Ya I'm just nineteen, I never asked for this, I was never asked, when I met him he literally told me he wasn't forcing me into this yet look where we are, I'm trying hard not to hate him ya but it hurts so bad" she cried into her brother's chest
"Shhhh... min, he doesn't hate you, it's for the best in sha Allah so don't say that, I'm not supposed to be the one giving you this talk but..." he chuckled at the words in his head
"Min, this, whatever ba got you into is what is meant for you, it's your qadr, life might get shitty, things might not go the way you planned but have sabr, you will be fine in sha Allah, trust Allah, trust me. this marriage might not be like one from your books, don't expect all roses and sunshine min, you both are people from different backgrounds and maybe views, those you've read have been perfectly planned out and it's all fantasy, min when you go there be the best, I know you will fight him at every given opportunity but be calm love, maama, ba or daddy in your case and I won't always be there, but I can assure you I'll always be a call away, no matter how far I go, let me be in Italy, Morocco, your call will be all it takes for me to come back here, min please stop crying, you are making it harder for me" he held her tighter
"Be good, be happy, we all love you, maama wants us down, they're here to say hi" I nodded "I want to was my face first" he nodded
So I was reviewing and I saw I didn't finish this, and I have to before publishing so yeahhhh shortest chapter so far
