Daneen.. Her LOVE Story

Sometimes all you need is a lecture...

Assalam-o-aleikum..

Can't start without remembering the victims of paris attack. My condolences with the families who lost their loved ones.
But we can't even forget those who are suffering because of some mentally retarded people. My heart bleeds for the people of #gaza #lebonan #syria #palestine #india #pakistan. May Allah protects us all and makes this world a happy place once again.

"Do you want anything?" Zaky asked me.

"Yes, I want something. I want you to tell me what do you think about me and this marriage. I want to understand you. I want to know when will you accept me as your wife. And I want to know what exactly is your problem?"

"No, I don't want anything." I replied dully. He has been asking me this for the last week, whenever he goes out for work and I have been replying the same thing, I just did.

Yes, a week. A whole week has passed but still we haven't done a little progress. I have left my family, my people and my country for this man. And he doesn't even talk to me more than a minute. I thought everything is going to change after his behavior at the airport.

When we landed here I was a nervous wreck. I had no idea what it was at first. Was it the fear of a new place or new people. Or fear of leaving your family. Nobody noticed me except him. He came and stood by me.

"Have you seen a horror movie lately?" He asked all of a sudden.

"Uumm what.. No.. why did you ask that?"

"Seeing your expressions, it looked like you were repeating the scenes of that movie in your head." He said smiling. This was the first time I saw him smiling this freely. Was it the fact that he was actually in his own country.

"No, I wasn't doing anything like that."

"That's good. Because you don't look good that way."

This was the last he was cheerful with me. we headed out of the airpot. On our way to their home, I was busy exploring the scenery so I didn't talk to anyone much.

We reached home after an hour or so. I have actually seen their house before on facetime. So, it was not unexpected. I knew their house was big and fancy but when I entered, it looked more welcoming than I thought. Khala told me all about it. She was more excited so I let her be.

"This is the kitchen. And the living room. Let's go to your room first. Come on son." She took my hand and steered me upstairs. Zaky followed us silently.

She opened the door and entered, I followed. I was flattered. The furniture and the decor, everything was fancy. It even had a picture of me and zaky on the bedside table. And I actually liked it.

"It's lovely. I mean it's great." I said looking at both of them.

"Really, ohh thank God, he was thinking you won't like it. He wanted me to change the color." Khala said eyeing her son.

"No, no it's fine. If he doesn't like it. He can change." I said to khala. 

"Nobody is changing anything, Mom. Now, can you move. I'm tired and I need some rest." He said rather rudely to his mother. She just smiled and walked out of the room. This is not a way to talk to your mother.

"Don't worry about him. He will open up to you. He needs some time." Okay so he was rude to me, not her. She added

"You must be tired too. Go change and have some rest. If you need anything you know where to find me." She kissed my cheek and started descending the stairs when I called her.