The Journey Of The Niqabated

Prologue

"SubhanAllah, its 11pm already...I have to start heading back to the hostel" I thought
After which I packed my books placed my books and started walking towards the girls hostel. It was extremely dark so, I had to turn on my torchlight...
"It's really cold" I thought...
Even with my all round hijab and niqab I still felt the intense cold "I wonder how those without hijab feel" I thought...
"I wonder how they manage to survive" I kept thinking to myself as I walked through the lonely and dark road, I never imagined I would stay this long in class but I couldn't stop reading because the course was quite interesting. I got interrupted by the sound that came from my stomach
"OMG...am hungry...what on earth am I going to eat...hmmm...maybe noodles I guess"
As I approached the hostel about few meters' from my block I felt like I was being followed, so, I hastened my steps but I felt the footsteps also increasing behind me... I was scared, different thoughts going through my mind "who could be following me?, what does he/she want? Ya Allah! Save me! Drawn out of my thought by a husky masculine voice saying
"Assalamu alaikum niqabated, can I talk to you?"
Turning around slowly my eyes widened when I saw a breathtaking handsome tall figure in front of me wearing a black jalab... "Ma'asha Allah" what a perfect work of Allah... Indeed! He was perfect with his brown eyes, well kept beard, dark hair, Light skinned complexion, well built...well built...well built... "Ooops come back farhanah" I muttered to myself
"O o o k a y" I shuttered obviously myself control didn't work...
"You didn't answer my salaam" he said
"Wa' alaikum salaam wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu" I said
"Can we find a place to sit please, I have a lot to say" He said while moving towards one of the sits under a tree...agreeing to his plea I followed.....