I took my first step into the great London arts university and studied the paintings on the walls and how each and every one of the paintings revealed a feeling, that's one of my favourite things about Art ,it's not just a bunch of colours splashed onto paper, it's a beautiful piece of work which helps people express feelings.
Many students rushed passed me hurrying to get to their classes, I snapped out of my daydream and started wondering where I'm supposed to go, I picked up my heavy Art folder and portfolio which contained my life's work in it and my schedule and started walking. Suddenly , I bumped into a hard surface and fell dropping all my Art work and books.
" Urgh crap" I groaned
"I'm sorry are you okay" My eyes met with a pair of old dirty converse and I slowly looked up andthis time my eyes met with the most beautiful pair of hazel eyes, I quickly stood up fixing my hijab, embarrassed. A man stood in front of me, he's.. Astaghfirullah Mal what the hell girl lower your gaze my inner voice called out to me.
I heard a deep chuckle "Hello, anyone in there"
"I-I'm sorry yes I'm here and sorry for that should have looked where I was going" I stumbled stupidly
"No it's fine don't worry about it" I looked up for a millisecond and saw, I think the most beautiful human ever, he had light brown skin and those caramel eyes you could look into all day, he appeared to be slim yet muscular and a few inches taller than me. Ya Allah forgive me I shouldn't be staring.
I snapped out of my fantasy and took this as a chance to ask him where my class is before he walked away as now the halls are empty and quiet.
"Hey Excuse me" I called after him, he turned around, " Hey I'm kinda lost do you know where art room 101 is ? "
He smiled " Yeah sure ,that's actually where I'm going"
I let out a sign of relief, "Thank you so much"
As we started walking it came to an awkward silence.
"Oh,I didn't catch your name by the way "
"Malika, Malika Ashraf" I smiled introducing myself
" Adam , Adam Muhammed" He then gave me a smile that seemed so genuinely sweet with the just right touch of shyness which gave me an unexpected warmth.
"Well were here" We stood in front of a door which said Art 101 , I let out a confident sigh and proceeded to open the door.
As I walked in I stopped in my tracks as 20 pairs of eyes looked my way.
"And you guys are early" A bright red haired women with large black rimmed glasses chirped.
She looked like she was in her early 20's,she looked at me and Adam with a questioning look.
"Er I-I'm sorry I wa-" I tried to explain why I was late but when I'm the centre of attention I stutter and just freeze up.
A deep voice spoke up for me" Sorry Ms Evans she was kind of lost"
She nodded " Alright well,Adam you can take a seat and since your stood up you could introduce yourself to the rest of the class".
I panicked inside and started to hesitate ," Well,erm,my name's Malika Ashraf but you can call me Mal, and err, I have a passion for Art, I'm hoping to become an interior designer for homes in the future"
Ms Evans ,the teacher, looked somewhat impressed as though she thought I'd have a massive panic attack.
"Nice introduction Mal, I hope I didn't scare you it's just I hate tardiness, anyway, I hope you enjoy this year"
After surviving that nerve wracking encounter ,I walked straight to my seat hoping to draw no more attention to myself.I observed the lively classroom in detail and the students in it .I smiled to myself as I saw all these people are here for the same reason to share their love and passion for the subject with others and to maybe give people an insight into just how powerful Art really is.I looked to my left and saw that Adam was sitting in the seat beside me .I whispered"Don't you just love Art?"
He replied with "Yeah especially now more than ever since last year"
That response left me with many questions as to what Adam meant by that, I was highly intrigued and eager to find what he meant by that and what feelings and thoughts Art helps him get across.
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