The Perfect Storm (A Muslim Story)

Chapter Three: Meet and Greet Or Run?

The memories came to me like a swirling tornado, but unlike in my nightmares I caught my self in time. He didn't know who I was as I was wearing the niqab and In sha Allah , he never will.

He gazed at me with those emerald eyes of his which were filled with life once, but today those same eyes tell another one. A story I wished to have nothing to do with.

He lowered his gaze after an, "Ah Salaam Alaikum warah mathuhllahi wa barakaathuh! What can I do for you?"

I lowered mine as well as I replied with a, " Wa Alaikumuh salaam warah mathuhllahi wa barakaathuh... I'm Nuh Abdullah's parent. I'm here to tell you that he skipped detention due to a family emergency." All this while I had kept my gaze on my hands, the fingers had become so much more interesting. The tornado inside of me was at its peak, if he even replied with the wrong sort of words I would just blow.

The feelings I had locked inside of me for so long wished to get out. I mentally said to my self, "Don't let him get to you.. Remember you are strong.. You don't need to blow up.. Get your feelings under control.. don't let your anger get you carried away.. It's what the devil wants!"

I whispered Auoozu bihlaahi minah shaitaanih rajeem under my breath. I looked up to see him looking at me which he quickly lowered as he caught my gaze. My heart felt as if it was going to burst but I stayed put, I felt my palms grow sweaty. The only thought on my mind was that he still had me where he left me.

As quickly as he had nodded I had started walking towards the door trying to look as calm and collected as possible when I heard him call out, "Rawah?"

I froze not knowing what to do. I wanted to run but I couldn't let him know it was me. All of a sudden students started pouring in to the class, I took this chance to flee. When I say flee I meant it, even a cheetah couldn't have found me. Okay okay.. maybe not that fast, but fast enough for him not to find me.

As soon as I sat in the car I said half whispered an Alhamdhullilah. But my question was what was he doing here? And why was he teaching? He was a billionaire... It just didn't make sense.

I started driving back to the house and then changed my mind as I steered the wheel away from the direction of the house towards the country side. Why had he come back? The question kept nagging me.

It was the first day I had ever seen someone so selfless. He had pushed the guy away and had taken the impact of the car himself. The driver had sped away instead of helping. I was in a state of daze when ...

All of a sudden my phone started ringing.

Sorry. . Sorry. . I will update a longer chapter next time in sha Allah :*