Muslim Love Story (Under Major Editing)

Chapter 12 - FORGIVE

Edited. ✅

x HIRA x

I took a deep breath as I finally arrived home, standing on the welcome mat at the front door of our house. Damn, if only Waleed was with me right now. That'd make things way easier. I hated confrontation and all I wanted was to finally sort out this whole mess between my parents and I so I could move on and forget this ever even happened.

I knew my dad wasn't home yet since his car wasn't in the driveway, but even talking to my mum, who in reality, didn't do anything to defend me yesterday, was going to be a struggle in itself.

The fact that she was silent was the exact problem. She should have said something. Something to stop my dad, stand up for me, have my back and tell him that something's not right...that I wouldn't do that sort of thing. Instead, she stayed silent and basically entertained the idea also.

Sucking in one last breath, I put my key in the keyhole and twisted it, pushing open the door and looking around as I walked in, shutting the door behind me and placing my shoes on the rack.

"Mama?" I called out. "I'm home!"

"Mama is cooking me lunch." Hassan said, jogging down the stairs. I smiled instantly when I saw him and opened my arms for a hug and he happily ran into them, letting me lift him up and hug him tightly.

This boy was my greatest blessing, alhamdulillah. I couldn't imagine my life without him.

"How was school today?" I asked him, ruffling his hair.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Normal. Everyday is the same." He mumbled to himself. I gave him a sad smile.

"Get used to it, Hassan. That never changes." I smiled.

He tilted his head to the side, looking at me as if he had no idea what I was saying, and he probably didn't, but he'd learn in a couple of years. "What happened to your face?" Hassan said, his eyebrows drawing up as he put his little fingers on my cheek.

I gave him a soft smile. "I just had a little accident." I said to him.

"Does it hurt?" He asked me, but I shook my head.

"I'm okay, baby." I said, putting my hand behind his head and pulling him forward, placing a quick kiss on his forehead.

"May Allah make your accident better." He said, making me grin.

I grinned. Why was he so adorable!? "Ameen, habibi. Ameen." I said kissing his cheek this time and hugging him before placing him back on the ground.

"Yallah, go upstairs and I'll come help you with your homework soon." I said, turning him around and tapping his bum, causing for him to swat at my hand before running up the stairs.

I smiled and shook my head releasing a breath and hanging my school bag on the staircase banister before turning toward the kitchen where my mum was standing, staring at me.

"How was school?" She asked, giving me a faint smile.

"Good, alhamdulillah." I said as she began walking closer to me. I looked to the floor, not knowing what to say.

Maybe it was because our family had never gone through such a dramatic scenario before, but for some reason, this was the first time I've ever felt so awkward and on-edge when talking to my mother.

Yeah, we all had our fair share of arguments here and there but it was never anything of this sort.

"And how are you feeling?" She asked me softly, putting her hand on my shoulder.