MY DEEN...ISLAAM (Being Edited)

Chapter Twenty Four

                      Aeesha's Pov

I managed to force the people (my friends, Uncle Zayn and my parents) so that I would attend the engagement. My parents were not very supportive of my decision and the Doctor also.

But I had promised them to start treatment immediately I come back. They reluctantly agreed.

Ahmad's Dad, the owner of my school, Mr Al Mansuur came to visit me that night.

"Do you love my son?" He asked catching me off guard.

My eyes dilated and I swallowed "I...I don't, Sir." I lied looking anywhere but him.

"You don't? Why do you then deny yourself your needed treatment when you're dying, and insist on seeing him first before starting your medications."

He smiled softly as I struggled to say the right words.

He was sitted on the chair beside my bed and I was also sitted on the bed with my legs stretched out but a soft blanket placed on them.

I was dressed in a light blue hospital gown, it was long and big enough to cover me completely. I completed the look with a white hijab.

"Let me tell you something, young one." I was jerked back to him by his rough voice.

"I was once in love with a woman during my youth. I got what I wanted, I got married to her but what I didn't know till then was that...she didn't love me back. So...it was a one sided love!" He frowned, his honey like eyes were sad.

"I let her go because it was the right thing to do. I loved her enough to let her go and live a happier life with the person she loves. I was left broken and I lived almost the whole of my life with regret." A tear slipped down his cheek and I stilled.

"She also took away the only reason I wanted to live...my Child. I spent years without seeing my child for once but she finally allowed him to spend a few weeks with me. I learnt that she was happily married again." His hands were clutched into fists on his laps.

"I was happy for her but also hurt. Life was hard but I never gave up my love for her up till now. Her husband is a friend of mine while we were in high school...funny, isn't it?" He chuckled softly.

I remembered Ahmad telling me that his parents didn't love each other and decided to let each other go.

"But he told me that you both didn't love each other and that was why you left each other." I whispered softly.

He sighed "Yeah? I guess that was what his Mother told him. What she believes, I guess." He shrugged.

He stared at me with amusement "I am somehow surprised that he told you all that. He hardly talks about it to anyone...I guess you're not just anyone. I still don't think his best friends even know this."

I blushed slightly and looked away.

"You're a nice girl! I like you! I am still hoping that you would be my daughter in law one day." He said, sincerity clear in his eyes.

Heat rushed to my face and neck.

"He's getting married!" I shrugged.

"His heart is still with you...it will always be." He said sadly.

I stared at him for a while. He understood me but I was still having a constant battle with myself whether I loved him. I knew I liked him...alot but was it love? I didn't quite know at that time. I didn't even know whether he felt the same.

"I will come pick you up by eight tomorrow morning inshaa Allah. You will leave with me for Newyork in my private plane. Your friends are welcome to join us." He said standing up.