Unorthodox

Chapter 2: Halaal thoughts

So there she sat, on the bench they shared lunch everyday since they met, this week it's her turn to make the lunch and his turn to bring the drinks. It always fascinated them how they observed people, couples in particular as Imaan and Amien plumped down on the fresh grass under their orientation tree. It occured about four months after Imaan and Amien started having lunch on this particular spot and it has since grown into a hobby which further flourished into many hypothesis and theories. This couple which they have dubbed "Fire Flies" are, according to their estimates, dating for 3 months with fresh love and puppy love eyes still. This is also the 2nd stage of a relationship which is the most dangerous stage of all simply because neither partners true colours has been revealed yet and Imaan and Amien has looked forward to lunch each day now to witness the next stage, either blossoming love or plummeting despair.

"Have you submitted your assingment yet?" enquires Amien with no distinct tone ot purpose.

"Um......yes. The one about Sociological Divergence and Emergence?" responds Imaan quizzically.

"I have no idea what you just said but I guess that's the one."

"I don't understand how you can be so nonchelant about everything?" the tone rising within Imaans voice now.

"I don't worry because I'm me," reacts Amien with a smile," if I wasn't me, would you like me less or more?"

Imaan punches Amien on the arm and snatches the doritoes from his hand then runs off," maaf I forgot I have a meeting now just before my next class" she shouts with her back to him and right hand waving over her shoulder. Amien lets out a sigh and falls back into the shade with immediate thoughts of his impending demise. He thinks to himself why was I destined for this? the one thing I want most on this Earth does not want me. Maybe it's a sign that I am pursuing the wrong thing, yes I love my religion, and my maker and the final prophet (pbuh), I must sieka make dua more earnest or stop asking for material things...I need to clear my mind. Amien Jumps up and heads for the fourth floor in the caf, possibly the best place to be is the JK (a place where muslims perform prayer).

Amien gets to the JK with a smile as he sees his friends Dullah and Gnome (obviuosly not their real names) drying their hands and feet, they greet each other with whole-hearted smiles as Amien is about to take wudu (ablusion). Not long after they are standing side by side ready to perform Thur salaah.