It was Saturday morning,and Mahreen was buzzing with excitement. She had a project to work on the interior design of the daughter of Minister of Justice named Fatima Alkali who was getting married next month. This was her favorite thing to do, her therapy, she couldn't wait to see how it'll unfold.
After waking up, went through her morning routine,making sure not to skip her skincare. She took her time in the en-suite before coming out with a towel wrapped around her chest. She went to the vanity and sat down then combed her long,black,silky hair which stopped just below her mid-back , checking her self in the mirror as she always did in awe of how Allah created her beautifully.
Her complexion was a perfect blend not too fair but you can place her in the fair skinned category, with flawless skin, a pointed nose and small lips that has a black birthmark just by the left side of her upper lips ,which makes her lips look more sexy and unique. Standing at 5'8 , she felt confident in her appearance.
She carefully selected her outfit,choosing a black abaya adorned with purple and pink delicate flower embroidery on the sleeves . Before slipping it on, spritzed her kabbasa spray, turned her burner on to smoke the Abaya and her inners a signature scent that always made her feel at home and herself. Then she layered her perfumes,Valentino Donna,Tom ford black orchid and Chanel Coco mademoisselle, just enough so that only those close to her would catch a whiff of her fragrance.
Finishing her look,she slipped on her purple Hermes flats that perfectly matched the hand embroidery of her Abaya. With one last glance in the mirror,she headed to Umma's room,where she found her sleeping peacefully.
Mahreen made her way downstairs,picked up her car keys and slipped into her Mercedes C350 a gift from her dad when she got admission which was parked just beside her Mom's car in the parking lot. As she zoomed out of the house,she turned on Suratul Muhammad by Al-Qari Ahmad Khedr one of her favorite reciter,letting the soothing recitation fill the car. Qur'an makes her so calm and clear her head in unimaginable ways.
Her first stop was a nearby café for breakfast. She indulged in pancakes topped with blueberries,paired with a refreshing strawberry tea. After savoring her meal,she felt ready to tackle the day ahead and headed to the site,eager to bring her vision to life.
As Mahreen arrived at the site,she felt a rush of inspiration. The spacious room was filled with natural light streaming through the large windows,illuminating the bare walls and the unfinished flooring ,she could already envision the transformation that awaited the space. White and grey? Beige? White and black? Still not sure but she's confident of pulling it off.
With her iPad in hand,she began to walk around taking in every detail,the high ceilings offered a sense of grandeur, and she imagined how elegant chandeliers would enhance the atmosphere. Mahreen visualized soft,pastel colors that would create a serene environment, perfect for the young girl who would call this place home in the next one month.
She pulled out her pink iPhone 15 to take pictures,capturing angles that would help her refine her ideas later. As she moved about,she noted the areas that needed the most attention where to place furniture,how to arrange the decor, the perfect space for artwork that would reflect the girl's personality.
Her mind raced with ideas, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of bringing her vision to life. Mahreen knew that this project was more than just a job; it was an opportunity to create a magical space that would inspire joy and creativity. Fatima Alkali trusted her with everything so she would try her best to make her space perfect.
With each step,she was one step closer to making that dream a reality. Her long term goal. She still can't believe Abba got her this project immediately she told him she did an online course in interior design. With a content heart,she left home to start with the 3D model of the project.
As Mahreen walked through the door, familiar scent of home enveloped her,the home that broke her few months ago. But it was the sight of the vibrant flower bouquet on the dining table that truly caught her attention . The blossoms were a mix of softs and whites,their petals delicate and inviting. She felt a wave of warmth wash over her , a comforting reminder that beauty could still exist amid her chaos.
"Who sent me this?" She thought to herself widening her eyes in surprise. She absolutely loves and adore flowers,anyways she's just a girl.
Next to the flowers, a small box tied with charming ribbon beckoned her , with a sense of anticipation,she opened it to reveal an assortment of freshly baked double chocolate chips cookies,their sweet aroma filling the air. Just the sight of them brought back memories of simpler,happier times.
Her gaze then fell on the handwritten note nestled beside the box. It was from Asad,and she unfolded it,his neat handwriting seemed to jump off the page. "Hey Mahreen," it began
"I know you're going through alot and things have been tough for you,but I just want you to remember that you're stronger than you think. Heartbreak is hard,but it's also a chance for new beginnings. Take your time and follow your heart. Enjoy the cookies,heard they're your favorite from a little birdie! -Asad Baaso"
Reading his words, a smile spread across her face,the kind that felt like sunlight breaking through clouds. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed to hear. His encouragement wrapped around her like a warm embrace,reminding her that she was not alone in her struggles. With the flowers brightening the room and the cookies calling her name,Mahreen felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. She settled into her evening,cradling the note in her hand.
"Asad is going through worse,yet he decided to be there for me. How sweet of him! I said feeling emotional"
Feeling inspired by the moment,Mahreen carefully arranged the bouquet,box of cookies,and the handwritten note on the sitting room center table. She positioned everything just right,capturing the soft ,natural light streaming the window. After a few adjustments,she snapped a picture ensuring the aesthetic was just perfect for her Instagram story. With a playful caption about sweet surprises, she hit "post," feeling a rush of excitement.
Once she finished ,she picked up her phone and dialed Fadeela's number. When her friend answered,Mahreen didn't waste any time.
"Hey,can you send me ya Asad's number,please?"
Fadeela's teasing tone came through the line. "What do you want with ya Asad's number? Are you two cooking up something?"
Mahreen couldn't help but laugh,brushing off the playful suspicion "oh c'mon ,just send me the number,will you?"
After a moment of playful back and forth Fadeela finally relented . "Fine I'll send it"
"Shiyasa nike sonki (that's why I love you)" Mahreen said hanging up.
As soon as she received the number ,Mahreen quickly texted Asad on iMessage,attaching the picture of the thoughtful gift he had sent to her.
"Thank you for the beautiful surprise! It means so much to me", she typed,her heart swelling with gratitude. The warmth of his gesture brought a few happy tears to her eyes reminding her of the kindness that still existed in her life.
Finally a glimpse of Mahreen,her daily routine and whatnot
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