Muslim girl and... love?

Chapter 8

I was sitting in my room. The holidays had just started.

I hadn't been to college for 3 weeks...

I wasn't feeling well. Well at least that was what the college and everyone else thought.

Except Samara she's been coming over almost every day.

I didn't tell her about all the things that happened at her party. And I wasn't planning on either.

I didn't know what to tell her.

But she didn't push me she just came to talk and try making me feel better but it was useless because I didn't really know what I was feeling ... Hatred? Love? Jealousy? I had no idea..

Ding dong.

I heard the front door open. And then heard a few voices. I couldn't really put names on them cause they sound like whispers from upstairs.

A few minutes later I saw my mum at my doorframe.

"Sweetheart..."

She sat down on my bed and patted her hand next to her on the bed signaling me to sit by the bed with her.

I got up from the chair by my desk where I was reading. Well pretending to read actually. And sat by my mum.

"Samara is downstairs she's waiting for you"

I didn't quite get why she was talking to me about Samara being here I mean she would normally just send her up and Samara would start blabbering all day and night till she had to go home.

"Yeah mum and what's the big deal?" I tried saying that with a smile. I didn't smile much lately I actually didn't show many feelings lately. And the big thing about all this was my head was empty as well. I didn't have an extra me talking to me so that I was talking to myself...

Okay wait that wasn't making any sense...?

Well maybe cause you are gone all crazy by now and no one understands you.

Okay now that is not true.

I flew up from my bed. Omg I was talking to myself again. What did that mean? I was crazy normal again? I smiled at myself.

"Aisha are you okay???" My mum sounded worried.

"I'm sorry mum yeah what were you telling me?"

"Oh yeah about Samara, she's downstairs and she wants to take you out for the weekend?"

She was kinda whispering the last part.

"Umm mum? Are you asking me to go out for the weekend?" I was shocked.

I mean don't misunderstand me but its very rare that a Pakistani Muslim girl gets to spend the weekend away. No not a rare thing it certainly do not happen especially not in my family.

"Sweety I know, and so does Samara, that you have been acting weird, and it is really scaring me, and I'm getting worried for your health, so when Samara came with the idea of you two going to her house for the weekend I said yes. I think you need to get out a bit from this room and get some fresh air, and no I do not mean standing by the window okay? so now pack a few things and get going okay?"

All I heard was going to Samaras house. No I can't and I won't go there at any cost. I want to keep a low profile from him, from people, from all of this crap and feelings such as love! it doesn't exist in a Pakistani Muslim girls life and that is just a fact that I have to live with and I have no complaints at all. Yet...

"Mum really you don't have to do this okay? I'm fine. And by the way dad won't allow this. Especially because.." I needed an excuse and said the first thing in mind "she-she has a brother mum."

And it worked. My mother stood still and I could see she was mad. So I went to her and put my hands, on arms length from my body, on her shoulders.

"Mum I'm fine I just needed a break. I have been studying hard and I just needed to take a rest from everything."

My mother just nodded.

We went downstairs and I could see Samara smiling like she won the lottery or something. But then she looked down and saw I didn't have a bag and her smile dropped.

"Aisha what's this huh? Do you want me to go upstairs an pack your bags or what?"

I looked at my mum and she just went to the kitchen.

I looked at the now confused Samara.

"What happened to aunty?"

"Nothin Samara actually I can't go with you sorry babe but I'm really not feeling well and I have to help my mother and my dad won't allow me to go. I'm sorry maybe I'll come over soon for a few hours I mean we do have three weeks of holidays"

I looked at her hopeful.

And at last. After whole five minutes thinking she smiled

"Okay that's alright babe you just get better okay?!"

Samara went home and I went to my room to go to bed.

I logged on to my Facebook which I hadn't been on since I stayed home from college.

I logged on and saw I had 50 messages.

I looked at the number in surprise I mean I have never had this many messages before.

Wow I guess they say right when you're gone that's when you become famous.

I laughed at my own joke.

Wow I'm going insane.

I looked and 15 of them were from my friends. Asking me how I was and when I was coming and stuff like that.

And 35 of them were from






Omer Ahmed?!?

WHAT?! 35?! What does this boy want?!





Woooooow what'll happen now???

Next update:

When: tomorrow or the day after cause I have a busy day tomorrow but I'll try :)


I know I know long update that make no sense but because

1. I needed a fill in for my next chapter kinda

2. I'm having a bit of a writers block... /:

But please comment and vote :) luv ya xo