Just Make Du'aa

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A/N: IMPORTANT: This is a disclaimer, there is a photo you will see later, the color of the hijab is as stated in the chapter, the image is purely a reference to style and makeup. The girl in the image is NOT Dina, again, purely a wonderful model of the look I have in mind for the outfit.

Alriggghhhttt this is a big chapter!! Big things happen here. Comment your thoughts and opinions, lets have a chat about how you think the story is going! I'll see you guys at the end!

Dina

The weekend was quickly approaching and I had my bag packed for the three days I would spend with my family. My head was on Amity's lap, she sat on my bed and combed through my hair. After my talk with Farouz, I somehow ran all the way back to the dorm and managed to live through the most catastrophic meltdown I've ever experienced. When I came to, Amity was holding me and we were both on the ground of the bathroom. She made me a warm drink and listened as I told her what happened, skipping over the story of his childhood, of course. My best friend wisely told me not to jump to anything, and give myself time to think. I gave myself too much time, now I was leaving for home tomorrow and I still hadn't come to a conclusion.

Amity ran her fingers through my hair and said, "so, what are you going to do? Do you want to marry him?"

"That would mean leaving this beautiful dorm room," I attempted to joke, "and you."

"Don't worry about me," she smiled, "I can tell you like him."

"But this is the rest of my life Amity," I groaned, "I don't want to make the wrong decision."

She hummed in agreement, then said, "what about that prayer you guys do that helps you make decisions?"

"Istikhara," I explained, "and I've prayed it, three times."

"And?"

"I get the same dream every time. This warm glow in my chest and I'm wearing white," I sighed, lost in the dream.

Amity laughed, "Dina, I think you've made your decision already."

I sat up, "you're right," my face flushed, "how do I tell him? Before I leave?" She gave me a pointed look, "his work! He's probably there, right? Will you drive me?"

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Amity and I sat in the car, "never mind," I smiled sweetly, "take me home I change my mind."

She threw her head back and groaned, "Dina, it's going to be okay. I promise."

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, she was right. Marriage is literally an entire half of my religious duties, and I've prayed to God so many times. This can't be the wrong decision. My faith is in Him now, and I trust it completely. Whatever happens from now on, is what God wants, and God never gives a person more than he or she can handle. So I can handle whatever comes next. Inshallah (if God wills) it won't be bad.

The secretary was typing on her desktop when we entered the waiting room, "hello," I greeted her as politely as I could. Talking to people I didn't know well made me really shaky and it often came off as rude, "is Doctor Farouz here?"

She gave me a side glance and said, "do you have an appointment?"

"No," Amity spoke for me, sensing my panic, "but is he here?"

The secretary, Kassandra I think, said, "you can't see the doctor without an appointment. I'd be happy to book you one."

"It's fine," I smiled, "we'll just go."