It's Destined

Yasmin

I sit there unsure if I should be happy that I'm going to be meeting my future spouse tomorrow. I felt nervous. My mom was sitting there trying to be supportive. Lilia was smiling next to me. My mom finally leaves. Lilia couldn't help but squeal, I just laugh not sure if I was ready to meet him tomorrow.

Tomorrow came quickly. I was standing at my full body mirror staring at myself. "They are here," Ahmed says outside the door. I just nod. Lilia was sitting on my bed looking through fashion magazine. "I don't think I'm ready," I mumble. She looks at me "Yaz, you are ready ," she smiles. I sit down next to her. She puts down her magazine. "Yasmin, I think you are stressing this too much," she says.

I stare at her in shock, "This is my future, I have to stress over it," I tell her. She just laughs. Lilia was four months younger than me. I take a deep breath. I hear knocking at my door. "Come in," I say. It was Khalil, Lilia runs off. "Hey," he says sitting next to me. "Hi," I mumble.

"You ready for this?" he asks me. I smile "not really... I'm nervous," I admit. He nods "no need to be afraid... just have God in your heart and if this guy is in your destiny then it is destined to happen," he says. I smile and give him a hug, that was the kind of advice I needed. We both get up and walk downstairs. My heart was beating like crazy. I walk in the living room right after Khalil. I sit down next to my parents. There was the man that was suppose to be my future husband and his parents, my parents, aunt and uncle, and Khalil. They told Khalil he could go to his room but he refuses.

"I'm Rashid," the boy says. "I'm Yasmin," I mumble trying to clear my throat. They start asking me question about my practicing, what I studied, everything... It started to make me feel uncomfortable. I sit up on the couch. The parents look at each other. It was my turn to ask question so I decide to ask him what kind man he was and his future plans and also how close he was to God. I was satisfied with his answers; honestly he seemed like a nice guy, and he was good looking not that I cared.

"Um... can I have a word with you," the father says to my parents, I look at my parents a bit worried. "Whatever you have to say you can say in front of us," Khalil says crossing his arms to his chest. The man sighs and whispers something to his wife and the both agree. "Your daughter is not fit to what we want in a daughter-in-law," the mom says without thinking about what I thought. "She isn't that pretty or she doesn't look like she'll keep our Rashid happy," she adds. "she is uninteresting," the father adds. I stare at them in disbelief. "You know what you are unwelcomed in our house... if you can't see how great my sister is your unworthy of her," Khalil stands up. They parents stand up and get ready to leave. "Come on Rashid," his mother says. "I'm sorry about that," he mumbles. He salaams us before they leave.

I run out the room and close myself in my room. Tears flow down my eyes. I bury my head into my pillow. Nobody has ever said that to me and if they thought it which I knew they did they didn't say it to my face. "Yasmin," I hear my door open but I just ignore it. Someone sits at the end of my bed. "Yasmin, don't cry over some stupid dude, he didn't deserve you," I hear Khalil's voice.

"Yasmin... I think you're pretty," he says. I sit up and chuckle. "You're my brother," I tell him hugging my pillow. He nods "but God created everyone beautifully... so don't cry about what those people said... you are an amazing person," he says. "Thanks," I say giving him a hug. Khalil leaves and my parents walk in, they talk about a lot of stuff that I stopped listening, not that I was trying to ignore them it just got boring after a while. Honestly that made me forget about what happened which I was thankful for.