Daneen.. Her LOVE Story

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We are the most confused creatures on earth. Our wishes change from one minute to another. Without even realizing, we ask for a thousand different things a day. And when we finally had our wishes come true. We ask for a thousand more. But never once we thanked Allah SWT for fulfilling our deepest desires. He listens to us and completes our dreams. And still we are ungrateful. The day I got married to Zaky. The first thing I did was "moping" however I should have thanked Allah for giving me what I always wanted.

"What are you doing up here at this time?"

"Hhmm...

"How many times do you want me to repeat it?"

I realized somebody was talking to me. I glanced up. Muhib bhai was standing and looking at me with a dead glare. "Bhai, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here huh... what are you doing here all alone? I have been searching for you all over the place." He said, sitting down beside me. I was still wearing the same dress that I had for dinner. But opened the bun that was giving me a headache. On our way back bhaijan said something about being thankful to Allah SWT and that's why I ended up here.

"Nothing I just wanted to get some fresh air." I said.

"Yeah right. We were at a beach restaurant just an hour ago and you didn't have fresh air. Exactly how much fresh air your system required?" Bhai said sarcastically with an eye roll.

"Bhai please..."

"Seriously Dani what's bothering you? I know, the things, that happened lately, were a lot to take in. But you should take it in a positive way. You should....." he was struggling with words. I knew he was not at all a person who gives moral lectures. It was enough for me that he tried. It was time to finish his struggle. "I am"

"Come again... " he said.

"I'm looking at this in a positive way bhai. Trust me. I'm not sad about anything. I know whatever happens happens for a reason. I'm happy and all in all grateful to Allah SWT."

"Really... I thought I would have to give you a lecture about life and stuff. Thank God you saved me. Enough of this serious talk. Let's talk about something else." He rubbed his hand in a funny way and looked at me mischievously. I couldn't help smiling.

"Like what ?" I said rubbing my hands mocking him.

"The elders are having a meeting. They are all locked in Baba's room discussing about your rukhsati and valima. Even Zaky is inside. Don't you want to listen. Remember what we used to do?"

"As if it's a big secret. Come on, bhai grow up. Maa or khala will tell me everything as soon as they finished." I don't know why bhai was acting like a child.

Ofcourse I remember what we used to do. when were kids we caused lots of trouble to our parents. When maa and baba used to talk about our stunts or sometimes our punishments. We used to hide somewhere to listen and in other words to prepare ourself in advance. One time we hid under their bed and they caught us.

"Ohh please live a little. It's going to be fun." He grabbed my hand and forced me to get up.

"Go change your dress and meet me in the kitchen. you have just 10 minutes." He was serious. What was wrong with him. But then a thought came to me. Zaky was also there. I wanted to know what he think about this marriage. He may say something. I quickly changed my dress into my night dress took a scraf and went down.