Enigma

Preface // Yes.

She sits on the window sill; the thin glass protecting her from the harsh winter breeze outside blowing the Autumn leaves. Her warm breath left an imprint on the cold, glacial window. The small mug grasped tightly in her hands held a hot liquid, disappearing into a white cloud of steam. The young woman seemed  troubled by her never ending train of thoughts which clearly distraught her; being evident through the small frown lines in between her eyebrows as she crinkled her eyebrows together, a habit she picked up from her mother. She takes a sip of the warm liquid as she continues to stare out the window, attempting to distract herself from the harsh confines of her mind.

"Aarya!" Her mother calls out, "come downstairs, dear." The young girl, Aarya lifts her mug of tea and places it on the brim of her dressing table as she clambers down the window sill.
"Yes, Amma" the girl speaks in a mellow and gentle tone; "your baba asked me what your final   decision about the proposal is..."
Aarya blinks rapidly, closing her eyelids as she inhales a deep breath. She looks at her mothers hopeful green eyes, the colour resembling her own as she fidgets her long fingers. Here she was about to give her consent to a marriage with a man she wasn't even acquainted with, Aarya never imagined her life playing out like this. She had never given the thought of marriage a second though, she just assumed people married because they were madly in love so you can imagine her shock when she found her mother, father and two elder brothers sat on the couches in their spacious living room awaiting her arrival to reveal the proposal her father had received from his business partner. At first Aarya was baffled, she was confused as to why a rich socialite want anything to do with her; a girl who refused to have any connections to her father and brothers world of business and politics. She wanted to fulfil her desire of being a psychologist and opening her own clinic one day, In Shaa Allah. She sighs as she utters the words her family were brooding to hear.

"Yes, amma, I agree." Her mother yelps in excitement and embraces her daughter in a warm hug. "I believe you're making the right decision! I can't wait to inform your father! Oh! I have to tell your..." Her mother went on a tangent about all the things she needed to do in order to prepare for the marriage of their only daughter and all the people she must inform of the joyous occasion. Aarya simply nodded at her mum and headed towards her room; she offered her daily Asr Salah this time spending a little more time on her duas.