We Belong Together

Chapter 11

"I don't know. I worked pretty hard but now when I look back I think I did a lot of mistakes. Oh my God! " I kept on rambling

"Fareesa you're not the only one who's worried. Now shut up," Sarah snapped at me

"I'm sure you two did well. I don't know what's going to happen about my result. I just hope I don't fail this semester!" Karen said

You all must be wondering what's going on. Well, let me tell you. Today is the big day. We did our exams two weeks ago. Everything was back to normal. Our calculus professor was back with the best of his health and Mr. Asher was gone.

Today we get our results for this semester's exams today, precisely in 28 minutes and 25 seconds which is, 1705 seconds in all. We were waiting in the university grounds and bhai had come along with me to the uni as I quote him that I would not be able to drive myself because of anxiety. The university was a buzz of activity. It was as if all the sounds in the entire world had met for a reunion here. In short, it was plain chaos here. The tension in the air was palpable.

I was very nervous - the kind of nervous that gives the word a new meaning. I just hope everything comes out fine. Inshallah.

"Ok girls relax!" Bhai said to us amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Oh, you can laugh all you want. I am actually dying here!" I snapped at him angrily

"Fareesa calm down! Just pray to Allah and put faith in Him," he said soothingly placing a hand on my shoulder. "Remember that whatever happens at the end of the day is by the will of Allah. We plan but he plans as well and He is the best of the planners. Just have HasbiAllah and stop panicking. "

I tried to take in his words in my anxious self. I know he is right. But these results are very important. They determine whether you pass or fail this semester. After this I had only 1 semester left, but not before 4 months of summer vacation.

I had all sorts of plans for the holidays. I had a whole list of novels to be read and movies to watch. My Mom had forced me to sign up for cooking classes as she says that I can't let my husband starve after I get married.

Hey, her words not mine.

I've tried to tell her a hundred and thousand one times that I am not going to marry anyone. Ok kidding. Not a hundred thousand one times as every time I say anything about not marrying she shushes me up.

I've read enough wattpad books and I've watched enough movies and dramas to know that there is no prince charming out there waiting to sweep me off my feet. I know that getting married is a bitter reality. It's a huge step. Girls have so many expectations from marriage and they all break when they actually get into practical life. Whenever you fall in love with someone it hurts. So to save myself from that hurt I plan to not fall for anyone

I think my brain has a very weird way of working. One minute I am anxious about my results and the next I am zoned out thinking about not getting married. Ok brain stop now. Concentrate.

I have been praying to Allah that I get good grades so that I get a good job and I can help the poor and needy. I've been planning to build schools in remote villages to educate the poor as well when I start earning my own money. I am not going to sit back and ask a man to feed me. No way! I will be an independent girl. Stand on my own two feet. I am going to show all those men that women can do as much as a man can.

Everything comes back to my result. For a good life, you need a good education. That has been the statement I have been motivating myself with for the past month when we had exams.

I looked around to find Sarah tapping her foot on the floor anxiously worry lines apparent on her face, whereas Karen was dozing off leaning on a pillar with her legs crossed in front of her and a frown on her face with her mouth half open. Had it been some other circumstances I would have taken a picture of her and teased her like no tomorrow. But right now I was in no mood to even smile.

"What? Oh my God! I failed everything! No, no, no!"I looked around to find a flustered Karen looking around worriedly

"You probably had a dream Karen. We haven't even gotten the results yet." I said to her trying to ease her tension. "On the second thoughts, I don't even want my result anymore!"

It looks like the anxiety of my friends was rubbing off on me as well. To say I was nervous was one thing but I was going to die soon if I don't get my results soon. Okay, I knew I am existing a lot. But I can't help it. What you all do when you are about to get your scores after your final exam? Freak out right? Well, that's what I am doing.

I watch one of the teachers come out and hand a paper on the wall. Everyone started to walk in front of the paper. I made my way threw the crowd and stopped in front of the paper. Holy cow! I am going to paint!