It's Destined

Yasmin POV

I didn't want to get into his family because he didn't look like he wanted to talk about it. "So... do you have any studies?" that was the question that first came to mind. It looks like a wave of relief went through him. "I did go for mechanic but I didn't like it... so might just to stick to photography... I also study Islam," he says. Wow this man was great. I nod... I was out of questions.

"How well do you work with kids?" I ask just curious. "He loves kids," the lady besides him says. I just smile. "I didn't get your names," I say. "I'm Laura and this is my husband Joe," she says. I didn't know whether they were Muslims, she wasn't wearing a hijab.

"So what do you study?" Tarik asks. I look at Khalil and then at the ground. "She studies to be a teacher... she is a nerd," Khalil says. I look up at him and laugh. "So how was NYU?" he asks. I stare at him unsure how he knew where I went for college. "You told us before," he says. I stare at him unaware of when this happened.

"NYU, was great... I mean I learned a lot... you should of went there they have great photography and media class," I tell him. He just smiles. He stares at me waiting to say more like he knew I had more to say. "I was hoping to get into Yale but didn't get accepted so I tried NYU," I add.

"So what are your thoughts on adopting a child?" he asks, I could tell this was very important. "I love kids and I wanted to adopt an orphan that I met before she is the sweetest," she says. "But then she had cancer and passed," I add my heart breaking a little and I head the tears back. "I'm sorry," He says looking upset.

We talked a little more and then everyone went to the next room so we could have private conversation... which pissed me off. I felt so uncomfortable... I tried to make Khalil stay but he refused, well my parents kicked him out. We both just sat there awkwardly not talking. I stared at the ground playing with my hands.

I look up with a sigh. "So what got you interested in photography?" I question. He looks up at me ".... ah... my....dad, he was into filming though and I got my interest from him," he says staring at ground. I wanted to ask about his parents but I had to be patient. He scratches his head "so... have you ever... been with someone?" he ask. I laugh "like a boyfriend?" I questions. He nods nervously. "My parents will kill me... and why would someone want to be with me," I say laughing nervously at the floor.

I look up at him and he was already looking at me "why did you want to get to know me?" I mumble. "Oh... me?" he asks scratching his head. "I.... don't know, I just kind of did... I guess... I... I don't know," he says. I laugh "you were not this shy when I first met you," I tell him with a smile. "You remember that?" he ask.

"Yeah you told me I look like Khalil," I smirk in disgust. He laughs "I guess we are switching places because you were the shy one." I just nod.

"I didn't really talk to people back then... I... I use to get bullied back then," I say out loud staring at the ground. "You know for being a Muslim and wearing a hijab... I didn't care it just hurt to hear people thinking Muslims are terrorists and calling us hijabis towel-head," I tell him.