Winged Dreams

Chapter 7: Our Paths Don't Cross

15th October, 2015

I've realized something. When I had my exams last week, I used to update in the break I got before the exam. I think this deadline system awakens the writer in me. So, keeping this is mind, I want to strike a deal with you. For the next three chapters, when a new chapter I update reaches or crosses the votes received by the previous Chapter, I'll give you guys an update in the next 20 hours in sha Allah. So, if this chapter 7 reaches the votes received by Chapter 6, I'll update Chapter 8 in about 20 hours. In sha Allah. Are you ready? I hope I'm ready for this deadline system ;) Anyhow, enjoy the next installment of Dina and Bilal's life :)

Men are the protectors and maintainers of women, because Allah has given the one more (strength) than the other, and because they support them from their means.

[Qur'an]

Chapter 7:

Our Paths Don't Cross

"Di, should I wear the blue dress?"

"Today, I'm batman. I'm going to come with my black Cape."

"Ishaq, brother, return my black dupatta."

"But it's my Cape."

"Di, you didn't answer me."

"Wear the green gown, it's prettier."

"But I feel like wearing blue, I'll just wear that."

"Then why did you ask me, Aarifa? Never mind, Ishaq, you'll get yummy yummy desserts at the wedding."

"Will they have gulab jamun?"

"Yes, now let's get you dressed."

Dina sighed when as always, bribing him in the name of food worked and he came to her. She buttoned Ishaq's blue shirt for him and helped him wear his little blazer. She combed his hair and patted his cheek and smiled.

"You're all set. Now, wait till I get ready myself and Ishaq, don't get your clothes dirty, ok?"

"Ok!" He replied solemnly and Dina knew better than to trust her little devil.

She knew him well enough to know that if they weren't out of the house in the next fifteen minutes, she may have to clean him up again.

"Aarifa, watch over Ishaq as I get dressed, please," Dina called as she walked out from her younger siblings' room.

Today was Omar's wedding and although her parents were going to return home only the next morning, she couldn't miss out on the occasion. When Tabasum had come home yesterday, she had offered to send a car to pick her up. But Dina had immediately refused, she absolutely wouldn't want o trouble her friend when she already had enough guests to look after.

So, taking things upon herself, fifteen minutes later, Dina walked out in her green maxi, teaming it with a blue hijab, for the color matched the handwork on the sleeves of the full length dress. She looked effortlessly beautiful and that kind of a look, where you didn't try too hard, was something else altogether.

Once outside, taking a deep breath, she brought out her dad's two wheeler from the parking and gathered her flares in front by the feet, so they wouldn't pose much trouble.

Yes, she had planned to go in a scooter although she abhorred riding.

"I don't like getting dressed and then going on a bike," Aarifa complained as she climbed behind Ishaq and Dina started the bike.

"But we have no choice, Aarifa. Dad has taken the car and we can't exactly travel in a public transport after getting dressed like this, it isn't safe."