Complete half my Deen?

Meeting the family

After school ended, I texted my mom asking her if it was ok that I went to Zayns house.

She wasn't very happy about the fact that I was going to a guys house but she  said it was Ok just this time and it was only because she knew his family well and respected them a lot.

I told Zayn that my mom said yes.

Alhamdulillah, we really need to finish this project. Ok so my Car is the Black Toyota. Inshallah I just have to turn this assignment in, and I'll be right out he told me, giving me his car keys.

Ok, see you inshallah, I say

I go and say Salam to Jenna, Ayah, and Sadeen and Jenna smiles at me and whispers, "Have fun"
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I look for his car in the parking lot.

I find it and unlock it, but I don't go Inside, feeling like that would be rude without asking him.

He comes out after a minute walking towards the passenger seat door, opening it for me.

Yeah Allah, this boy will be the death of me.

Jazakallah Khair, I tell him

Wa iyyakum, he replies.

In the car I feel kind of uncomfortable since I'm basically sitting right next to a
Guy. He tries to make it less uncomfortable by Putting some Maher Zain. I smile at him, "Maher Zain is one of my faves", I tell him.

For real?, Me too, Alhamdulillah, I stopped listening to music last year and he's been all I listen to Along with everyone else from Awakening records, he says.

Oh my God, Alhamdulillah me and my friends all stopped listening to music too, Maher Zain, Harris J, Raef, and Hamood Al khidr are my ultimate faves, I tell him.

Really? Haha, looks like we have a lot in common, he tells me, raising the volume.

He starts singing along, I don't, just to be modest.
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We get to his house, and Mashallah he has a pretty nice house.

We walk in and he goes to the kitchen saying Salam to his mom, kissing her hand.

She hugs him tightly, Salam Habibi, how was school?

Alhamdulillah great. I brought a friend with me because we have a project due tomorrow.

I walk in, shyly.

Salam Alaykum Khalto, I'm Aceil Khalfa.

Walaykum Assalam habibti! Your so beautiful Mashallah! Welcome to our house.

Yislamo Khalto, I tell her.

I walk over to her and we do the traditional Arabic greeting which consists of kissing both cheeks. (LOOL idk how to explain this)

Ok so where do you want to work?, asks Zayn.

Anywhere is fine, how about the dining room?, I tell him

Yeah ok great, he replies
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After an hour we are completely done with our work and his mom comes back down and tells me to stay for dinner.

I don't want to be rude so I tell her okay.

I help her with the cooking, even after she insisted that I don't and that I relax

I told her to go rest and that I'll do everything.

I could tell she was very very tired

She smiled at me very gratefully. Thank you so much habibti that would be amazing. I'm so tired.

Of course Khalto!, I tell her, now go rest.

After half an hour the food is done.

I tell Zayn to call his family to come eat, since he was sitting in the kitchen.

He calls them and everyone comes down.

He had a little sister and an older brother.

His little sister was adorable Mashallah, she had big hazel eyes, long dark brown hair, and was pretty tall for her age. She was 6 years old.

She came to me and hugged me right away and told me that I was very pretty.

What a cutie.

I told her she was even prettier.
She smiled not believing me.

Zayns parents also came down.

His mom looked at the table, astonished, how did you do this Aceil? Mashallah Alayki. This looks amazing.

I blush.

Everyone sits down to eat and Zayn and his brother and his father praise my cooking after every bite.

His mom looks at me, analyzing me.

Mashallah Aceil wallahi this is even better than my cooking.

"I think I'll have to agree with that", Zayn says, His mom smacks him playfully.

"Haha no I doubt it", I say.
But Jazakallah Khayran Jamee3an. Sa7tayn, I say to everyone.

After everyone finishes eating I try to help with cleaning up, but Khalto Salam told me she won't let me and that I have helped her so much already.

While Khalto is cleaning up, Zayns little sister, Razan, Takes my hand leading me upstairs to her room. We play with her dolls for a little bit until I decide it's time for me to leave.

I go downstairs and say Salam to everyone. Khalto Salam stops me. Wait Aceil, can you tell me a little about yourself?

I look at her confused.

Ok where are you from?
I'm from Palestine I say proudly.
Oh Mashallah really? We're Lebanese, Khalto Salam tells me.

Oh Really? I love Lebanese people, and their food is amazing. I say smiling.

So Zayn is Lebanese.. That means we would have mixed babies omg
Wait WHAT am I thinking right now.

She asks me a few more questions and then I Leave saying Salam to everyone and Zayn thanks me for making dinner.

No problem Salam Alaykum Zayn see you tomorrow inshallah.
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I get home and wonder. Why did Zayns mom ask me all those questions?