Perfectly Imperfect

Part 3

I came home after Isha with my father feeling tired, but energized at the same time. I decided at that moment to move my daily workouts from the morning to night time. Something about starry nights brought comfort and ease to my mind. Plus, I wouldn't have to worry about my family constantly calling my name. I made my way upstairs to get my gray roshe runs which I absolutely
love, my workout clothing and a water bottle. I then threw my curly hair into a big bun and made my way to the basement. It was always my favorite part of the house. A huge open space with a full luxury bathroom my dad and uncle had been working on all winter. To the right of the bathroom we had a huge outer space which was my favorite spot to do Quran. You would've thought my family was rich based on the basement alone. I laid out my mat and began stretching. Throughout my entire workout the thought of David wouldn't leave my mind. I had so many questions that where nothing close to near my business, and I couldn't stop my mind from wondering more about him. When did he convert? Why did he convert? Where did he even come from? Half way through questions popping up in my head, I quickly made my self snap out of it. "Don't get too ahead of yourself Samirah, he's just a guy in quran class", Id say to myself.

The next morning I woke up around 11am to the sound of my twin sisters, once again arguing in the room next to mine. "I'm tired of you taking my things! At least put whatever you use away in the correct spot for once in your freaking life"! "Whatever Laila, as if you put any of my things away" I heard jamilla yell back. "Girls girls' can we have at least ONE day where you guys don't ruin a morning for the rest of the family?? Subhanallah!" My mom said in an annoyed tone. Moments like these are when I just can't wait to move out... Or get married. My parents would never allow it. Over their dead bodies! I got accepted to a great school in NewJersey with a full ride scholarship. And of course my father said no. "Too far" he'd say. Or " it's not safe for a young women to be living in those campuses with crazy kids who party every night". I eventually stopped asking and enrolled into a local college which isn't that bad. "Samirah honey", my mom said slowly opening my door. "Time to get up, I need some help around the house" I then made my way out of bed walking to the bathroom washing up, then making wudu.

"Have you heard your fathers parents are coming from Chad next week"? My mother asked me cleaning over the counters. I haven't seen my grand parents in years and miss them dearly. They where the most loving people I had ever meant. " No I haven't, how long for this time"? I asked anxiously. " 4 months. They'll be staying with your uncle" she said making her way to the kitchen. " They can't wait to see you along with the twins and how big you've all gotten Samirah, I've spoken to them on the phone this morning while you where asleep". I felt really excited inside just talking about them with my mom. I've always identified myself with them half the time even though I was born and raised in America. My mothers mom was born in Ghana while her father was an african American. She came here as a child and lost her mother 3 years ago due to breast cancer. Since then, my grandmother from Chad has been sort of her mother. I couldn't wait to see them.
An hour or 2 after Asr prayer, I started getting my clothes ready for tonight with Aminah and some other friends . I love getting ready well before the time I leave to go places. I usually never have to rush and I could take all the time I need. I had my outfit laid out on my bed. A nude jersey dress, trench coat, and gold accessories followed by a floral hijab Aminah brought for me from Morocco. I loved putting outfits together and looking good in general.

"Did you pray Maghrib"? My mom asked me as I walked out the front door. "Yes I did mama" I replied turning around facing her completely. " Alright, make sure your home by....10:30". "That's too early mama" I added in. "Maybe 12"? "11.30" She concluded. No later Samirah". She told me pointing her index finger. "Alright, 11:30 it is. SalamuAlaikum mama"! I said walking down the drive way. I could see Aminah in her brand new ride. A beautiful red Nissan waiting for
Me. "Hey girl! You like my new car?"
Aminah asked me while I sat in the seat . " I'm not even gonna lie this car is beee-autifulll! " I replied with the biggest grin . She smiled and started the car. "Guess who got it for me" she asked. " I don't know Harim" I Said jokingly. Harim is Aminahs filthy rich Yemeni boyfriend she's had for 6 months now. His father is the owner of an oil company in their country as well as one in the United States alongside his brother, Harims uncle . By all the wealth, Harim lives lavishly through his father. And has no accomplishments of his own. I never really liked him because for one, he seemed to be very careless knowing money can be the solution to all his problems. And he seemed way to cocky. Physically he looked great. He had silky curls and a model shape type figure which all the girls died for, however his attitude seemed to be the complete opposite of 'great'. Plus dating is haram so I never thought well of it to begin with. "Yup he bought this for me" she replied. I was shocked and turned to her with my jaw to the ground. Was I hearing right? Harim bought her this car?? "Are you serious Aminah?" He really did buy you this brand new car"? I was shocked at the news and could barely contain myself. "Wallahi Harim bought this car Samirah. As a ....present". She said. " a present? For what exactly? You're birthdays not until next year." I asked confused. She then told me it was a random gift. Didn't seem likely to me but I didn't feel like arguing. "You guys should just do a..." "We should do our nikkah so it would be halal relationship I know I know" she completed. "Exactly! So why don't you" I asked. "........ He doesn't want to...yet. He isnt ready and wants to wait a while longer. So we're just taking things slow for now you know?" She replied. "Lol Aminah. He isn't ready but he some how manages to buy you a new car out of the blue... And speaking of Harim, I hope he won't be there with us and the other girls." I told Samirah. She then looked at me with a smirk. "Well... He really wanted to come Samirah pleeeeease dont be mad, or annoyed. I told him it was okay" she begged. She knows how I feel about both genders freely mixing without no limitations.
As we pulled up to the parking lot of the restaurant, I looked out the window only to find Harims Rolls Royce parked on the opposite side. Only he wasn't alone