We Belong Together

Chapter 1

Releasing a groan, I put my head down on the desk. I was so exhausted from studying for my Calculus test that I have but from the news around the University, Professor Abdul wasn't here. Apparently, he got into a car accident. I pray to Allah that He gives Professor Abdul the strength and to heal him quickly.

We always seem to forget Allah when we don't need Him. However, when we are in the need of help from a bad situation, we always remember Allah and ask for help.

Another thing is that we always ask Him for everything but we don't seem to thank Him for all the things He gave us in our life. To me, I believe that it is important to think about Allah and to thank Him as there is no one in this world that can help us except Allah, Himself.

I am Fareesa Dasti, a normal 19 year old girl in the second year of university for M.S.C in maths. I know that I may not be that religious and everyone thinks that I am not that into Islam because I don't wear the hijab and I talk to boys and stuff, but really I do know my limits. People judge me all the time because I don't wear a hijab, but I am used to their comments now. I mean really you cover yourself for Allah not for what others think. So even if I do wear the hijab my intentions won't be pure. So I will start practicing it when I feel I am ready.

"Fareesa! Oh my dear friend," sang my crazy friend Sarah snapping me out of my train of thoughts.

"What is it, Sarah?" I groaned in annoyance, sitting up straight

"Did you hear? There is this new hot teacher that will be covering for us," said Sarah taking a seat next to me

"So what?" I rolled my eyes

"What do you mean, so what? He is hot. Everyone is talking about him," she whispered

"You mean all the girls in this University is," I corrected "Why can't you be normal?"

"Hey! I am normal" she protested

"Yeah, whatever. Looks like the new teacher is going to get fired on his first day. He is already 15 minutes late," I snorted

"Yeah right. You'll see, he will be here any minute," she smiled, reapplying her lipstick

"Wake me up when he gets here," I said yawning, my hair covering my face

I put back my head on the desk and fell asleep. A smile appeared on my face, as I dreamed of my older brother's return from the Army.

Shahveer bhaiya had always dreamed of becoming a soldier. He wanted to follow the footsteps of my paternal grandfather but my mother wasn't very happy about it. She didn't want to lose her only son and I didn't want to lose my big brother. He is coming back tomorrow.

I snuggled deeper into my backpack not caring the world around me right now. Sleep and I are BFF. Suddenly I felt a poke on my face. I slapped whatever that was poking me, disturbing my beautiful sleep.

"You came to University to study not to sleep," a deep voice barked

Jerking my head up, I was met with a gorgeous face. Man, he was handsome. His five o'clock shadow was showing. His fine, sharp jaw. He was build up too. His hair was in a style. He looked young.

He must be that new guy in uni that people were talking about for the past couple of weeks. But then they stopped talking about him and now they are talking about the new teacher.

"Excuse me. Who do you think you are, talking to me like this?" I snapped

I felt Sarah pull my hand for me to sit down but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. This guy is new and he is already talking to a girl with disrespectfully. Sarah again tried to pull me down but I snatched my hand away from her. I looked at her and saw her mouthing me some word. I ignored her and turned toward the guy.