Just Make Du'aa

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A/N: Question: Was Farouz overstepping his boundaries with his questions? Do you think he was using his job to resolve his feelings with her? And finally, are there feelings too happening to fast, or do you believe that it makes sense? Tell me what you think in the comments! Thank you all for reading, enjoy the chapter :)

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Farouz

It's been two weeks since I last saw her, and our last conversation is still replaying in my mind as if on a loop. I don't know what got into me, but for some reason the topic of romance and marriage found its way into the nice conversation we were having and I found myself needing to know if she was seeing someone, or looking for someone. In my selfish curiosity I completely overstepped my boundaries and went as far as asking her if she was looking for marriage? In all honesty, I don't blame her for getting up and storming out, I didn't blame her than either. Yet something inside told me to stop her, and when I asked her to wait, she did. Now, for some foolish reason that filled me with hope, maybe she wanted to stay.

She didn't. Instead she told me I was acting wrong, and she asked me why. Part of my brain screamed tell her! Tell her how you feel, maybe you have a chance! But the other part remembered my parents, and how hard they made each other's lives, reminding me that I didn't want to marry.

That is how the two weeks played out. Whenever my mind wasn't occupied, it wandered to the memories of her interwoven fingers, soft voice, and her angry look as she walked off. I fell asleep with the image of her big brown eyes painted on the inside of my eyelids. Then, as sleep was taking me her big eyes melted into angry, small hazel ones. Her lips formed a sneer and she screamed at me with my mother's voice. "What did you say?" mother screamed as she tossed a glass bottle at me. But I wasn't me, I was my father, with his dizzy walk and slurred speech, "what did you say to me?" she'd question.

I'd watch from a third person perspective as my parents screamed and hit each other. I sat there with a book clutched to my chest as my father slurred curse words and profanities at the woman he swore to love. Then he'd point to me and scream words I couldn't understand but they hurt me nonetheless. Then a pain would appear at my torso, so painful it blinded me. And just as I was about to blackout from the pain, I woke up.

This time my ringtone woke me up. I started into a sitting position, my hair matted from sweat and my breath uneven from fear. The phone continued to sing and I looked at it to see Brendan on the caller ID. "Why aren't you picking up?" my friend questioned when I picked up.

"I was asleep," I mumbled into the phone as I tried to calm my nerves.

"He was asleep," Brendan told someone, I heard Aladdin yell "it's 2pm dude!" then Brendan repeat, "it's 2pm dude!" as if I didn't hear the yell.

"I was working last night," I yawned, feeling as if sleep never touched me. "Research paper."

Brendan hummed a response then said, "well get your butt out of bed and come pick us up, my car gave out again."

I stood up and shuffled to the kitchen for a glass of water, "I think it's time you get a new car Dannie boy."

"Nonsense!" He screamed through the phone, "this car has been through thick and thin with me!"

"Please don't start," I groaned, knowing he was about to launch into a monologue about his best times with the beat up hand-me-down car he had. "I'm on my way, where are you guys?"