Arsalaan Ahmed Khan.
Owns a export agency and a famous university. Pious, tall and a handsome man who strives to become a better muslim every day. he is ought to find himself a partner who would accept his dark past, complete his half faith and wal...
Every was going fine after the arrival of mijaan. Arsalaan and zain both were happy. They were having their family time and enjoying. Admist all this Arsalaan was not able to open his heart to mijaan.
He wanted to fill in mijaan about his likliness towards Sahira. He knew that mijaan will like sahira after meeting her. he was almost sure that sahira's family will accept his proposal for her.
On the other hand life was same for sahira. She would cook, clean, do all the household chores. The only difference was that now she was receiving many marriage praposals. not finding any of the boy suitable her father was denying it. However her mother was persistent on sending her off as early as possible.
Amir's house was getting decorated. Yasna wanted everything to be perfect, why not ? today some people were commin to see Sahira. She cooked everything and made Sahira rest, at the end she did not want sahira to appear drained out due to the whole work. Sahira must look good and presentable then only the boy's family would agree for her.
While in Sahira's room she was getting decorated against her will by her cousins. She haved a sigh as she realised it was too much of accessories and make up for her but she could not say anything. No one would listen to her. Sitting on the bed she was waiting to be called.
Her cousins were very sweet as they left her alone, she got up and removed extra jwellery and make up. For Allah's sake a boy's family was comming to see her not her nikah done. She did not want to look like a mannequin all dolled up for people to eye.
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She glanced at the mirror and gave a small smile satisfied by her look. The colour of the dress suited her. She tied a beige colour scarf on her head, due to the nervousness her hands were getting cold and sweaty.
She was deep in thoughts...... will they like her or will she get rejected ? there were many questions running in her mind. when suddenly there was a knock on the door breaking her chain of thoughts. Her mother popped her head frrom the door.
SAHIRA'SPOV
Ammi came inside the room after knocking. There was a small smile lingering on her lips. Well i knew the reason behind it.
"Sahira chale..? sab log intezaar kar rahe hai neeche. Tum ready to ho na ? " she asked me.
"Jee ammi mai tayyar hu." Isaidand triedto stretch my lips, while rubbing my sweaty hands on my sides.
Ammi was walking beside me. we descended the stairs and i was met by unknown faces who was staring at me from head to feet. there were two middle aged women and a girl of my age, I did not forget to notice the look of disgust she passed after glancing at me. washing away my nervousness i Said salam and stood there with my gaze lowered.
"Arey yaha aao beta mere bazu baitho." oneofthose two women said, she was too sweet for my liking.
nodding my head I sat beside her, being the centre of attention i was feeling very timid. The table in between was filled with all types of snackes, drinks.
"Kya naam hai beta apka ?" again the same lady asked.
"Sahira shaikh. " I answered in a low voice.
"kaha tak padhe ho ? sheasked me while raising my face with her fingers. Examining my face she comleted her words while looking at ammi, " Mere azar ko to shiru se hi padhe likhe biwi chahiye the."
"haan hamare ladki bhi to padhe likhe hai. Isne Bachelors kiye hai science me or ab masters karne ka bhi irada hai. " ammi said while smiling and forwarding the samosa plate towards them.
When the session finally got completed. I rushed to my room. All my cousins were gone after having dinner which was prepared by ammi. My cousin specially fatima dii did not let me work. They helped ammi in cleaning and then went away.
I freshen up and changed my clothes to a beatuiful pink coloured nighty. After reciting surah mulk and completing my isha. I laid on the bed. unkowingly my mind drifted to that lady and girl's words. before i could do some thing my mind started to play the flashback.
flashback
"beta tumhare eyebrows aise hi hai. matlab kya tum inhe shape nahi dete ? " that lady asked me. " jii nahi " i replied. Ya allah why would i trim them. It is not allowed in our religion. its prohibited. isn't she aware of this? I questioned myself.
"kyu nahi karte ? tumhare age ki ladkiya sab karte hai. face kitna sahi lagta hai isse or hatumhare to dekho kitne broad hai." Can anyone please ask he to stop. if she did not like me then she could say directly , why the hell is she insulting me.
"Jii mai abhi aaye."saying so i just ran out of the hall and went near the balcony. I tried to stop myself from crying and calm down myself.
I felt someone's presence beside me. "oh sweetheart mat roo kyu roo rahi ho ? haan.." she said while folding her hands on her chest. "chalo pehle hi tumhare tension dur kar dete hu ki azar tumhe kabi nahi pasand karega. use tumhare jaise behen ji type ladki nahi pasand hai , wo ek modern ladka hai or sab se badi baat ki wo ek athiest hai. aunty tumhe pasand bhi karle lekin wo kabi nahi karega." she completed and left me alone.
And as always ammi was never there for me.
end of flashback
I was not hurt by that girls words but that aunty's words hit me differently. My appearance has always been concern for others though i was never bothered about it. It is allah who made me and i know am beatiful. Others made me feel bad about it. I was treated like an alian in this human world.
no one was there to protect me from all these torture. from that time i always sat on the musalla and narrated everything to allah. He knew what i needed, what was best for me. who was best for me.
Even if this praposal will not be fixed, it would not make any difference for me. It would simply mean he is not the one.
Praying for my family, my future i drifted to sleep.
