Destiny Counts

fun day 1

Salam guys,as much as I love to keep you updated with the story but at the sametime it's kinda difficult to update the story while school is getting tougher and wider every single day. But insha Allah, I'll try my best to update as much as I can.
And the story is not finished yet. Your support means more than a thousand dollars ☆☆. Please try to comment or vote at the end of the chapter.

I want to share something with you guys,well I was going through my work and so far I have noticed so many flaws but as I was going from one chapter to the other,I just realised that I have improved in my writing skills than when I started the book. I am happy with the improvement. I find it hard to put my thoughts into writing unlike some writers but I hope I will keep improving insha Allah with your help and support I will make it. Thanks alot.

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Faisal's POV

I thought of making some thing special for her but I can't think of anything right now. The image of Aafrah in a white wedding gown has been playing in my head since morning. I know she will be the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.

It's funny how I am already drooling over how she would look in a white gown. This girl has got me tied around her petite finger. It's so strange but I can not believe that she accepted to be my wife. Why did she agree? I know she has a strong reason attached to her decision.

I obviously know that Aafrah will not fall for me that easily,I wonder what made her accept the proposal because she has two options with no problems attached to them. If she doesn't want to marry me,nothing was going to happen and same goes to if she agrees to marry me. And our parent's relationship will not change because she doesn't want me.

But I can not imagine my life without her. I was a horrible monster back then but I have changed. I am not the same anymore but I bet Aafrah will never believe me.

After that unforgettable incident that happened between me and Aafrah,I was never the same again. We moved out of the country to live in Texas because of my dad's business but her face that was covered with salty tears was giving me horrible nightmares. Her pleading voice kept echoing in my head and her trembling hands that were trying to hit me that day but the couldn't because of fear and weakness.

These features of her continously gave me the worst dreams of my life and gradually, I got used to the sleepless nights because I could not bear the guilt that was eating me up. I've have hurt her in an unforgettable and unforgivable way and I don't blame her if she doesn't love me because I am not worthy of anything good that comes from her.

It was during that period of hard torture,that I decided to change for good. I started my research about Islam,I found it interesting. It was something that's new to me because my parents were always either fame hunting or money hunting. I had no one to guide me and to top it all,I met a group of popularly known bad guys during my high school years. And even after I moved out of the city,the influence was hard to let go of. It has become a huge part of me.

Slowly and steadily, I began to let go of some of my bad character to become a man. I even enrolled myself in an online Islamic classes and I was slowly learning everything I was taught.

After two years of the sessions, I graduated and received my certificate through my email address. My meaningless life now has a meaning, i now have something to lean on for support, i now have a direcrion to follow. And i believe i chose what is right and there's nothing as perfect as Islam.