The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One: The All Time Favorite Question

Yadirah 

"Have your parents ever brought up marriage to you?" I asked Hannah. Hannah stared at me quizically, and bit her lips. 

"They brought it up with my older sister many times once she got into college. But that was only an engagement, not marriage." She replied. "We're still way too young for that. And nothing would change my parents mind about that... well, only if an extremely good proposal comes. But still, my parents don't believe in the young getting married young thing. They believe that we all need to complete education before we even think of something like that." I smiled. We were sitting on swings in a park that was close to school. No one barely ever came here because it was behind college and not many people came there. It was starting to get cold

"My parents got married young... really young. And now they hope to do the same thing to Binyamin and I too." I said. "And I'm practically engaged. My fiance wants to get married soon, but I held up a condition for him."

"Wait, you're engaged?" She asked surprised. I nodded. "Wow." She said, flat out. 

"I know, it's weird." 

"No, it's not that. I just realized why you stay clear of all the guys at the MSA." I shrugged my shoulders. 

"That's one reason." I said. "Another is that they're way too creepy. I don't care how unattractive or attractive I am, if they even say Salaam to me, I want to run away and hide in a corner." I said. 

"Hmm, you're just talking about saying Salaam. Every little thing they do makes me want to throw chairs at them, and I do sometimes... in my head." She replied. I stared at her shocked. 

"See? This is why we're friends!" I said enthusiastically. "We can mentally throw chairs on whoever we want and feel good about ourselves!" I said. Then that made me think for a second. "Actually, that's terrible..." 

"How's that terrible? We're only doing it in our heads." She said grinning. 

"Yeah, but I hate holding grudges against people for whatever reason." I said. 

"Never thought of it that way. I guess I hold way too many grudged to begin with." She said, smiling. 

Some time later, Binyamin finally came by to pick me up and we went home. 

"Mom called me before I came to get you." Binyamin said. 

"Does that mean someone's coming over today?" I asked him casually, trying not to think that it might be my own fiance. 

"It's a girl they're trying to set me up with." He replied, sighing. I nodded. How could I forget the many girls he keeps seeing in order to find the right one. But most of them are never right for him anyways. I don't exactly know if it's because he's picky or because he really just doesn't feel right about them. Except the thing was... not only was he rejecting the girls, the girls were also rejecting him. He didn't even have a career, and all of them seemed to want extravagant weddings. And most of them would talk a lot more than Binyamin. Well in his case, he doesn't talk much anyways. 

Binyamin 

Yesterday's meeting with the girl I was supposed to meet didn't turn out too well. Well, I was sort of praying that it wouldn't. From what I heard, her main goal in life was to shop. And what's shopping without money? Yadirah and I both applied to jobs just last week so we could start saving up for our tuition. Our parents did have money saved up for us. But only money that would last us both two years.  

"Okay, now get into group of fours and choose any topic of debate." The professor finally said. Group work? Really? Well, it was only to be expected. Every one of my classes required group work. And so did my elective. "Remember, choose your topic and group wisely, your end term project will be dependent on those two factors."