MY DEEN...ISLAAM (Being Edited)

Chapter Thirty Two

Haleemah hugged me and I cried on her shoulder "It was so hard for me too." I whispered.

She nodded "I understand. We all do and we are very sorry this had to happen to you. We love you so much." She sniffled.

"Oh God! I just ruined the game. Can we please just continue? I don't want to talk about this again." I sat straight and wiped my tears.

"Don't you dare cry? Anyone of you or I will...I will not talk to you guys for a week." I threatened them giggling softly.

Sakeenah looked at me wide eyed and mouth opened. I shrugged "I know, it kind of sucks but what to do? It's my destiny but still Alhamdulillah."

"Come on people! Hamzah you're next, okay?" I smiled.

He smiled but I knew he forced it out. His eyes landed on Dilshaad and he grinned. I sensed something from the way he looked at her, it was the way I would look at Muhammad...the way my Mum would look at Dad.

He clapped his hands "So...Dilshaad? Your turn to ask me anything you want."

I looked at Dilshaad and her cheeks were the lightest shade of pink which indicated that she was blushing. I was the only one that noticed it but I tried to keep a cool face.

She cleared her throat softly "W...well...hmm...truth or dare?" She asked shyly.

I blinked my eyes several times. I wasn't sure if I was the only seeing this. I looked around as everyone watched curiously waiting for his answer.

"Dare." He replied.

"Okay. I...I dare you to...point at the most beautiful girl in this room." She blurted out and I stared at her in shock.

She quickly looked down playing with her fingers nervously. I frowned and shook my head 'No, no it couldn't be that she has fallen in love with Hamzah.' I thought to myself.

Hamzah looked surprised at first but he quickly masked it and smirked "There are so many beautiful ladies in here. Ma Shaa Allah! But the most beautiful to me is...hmm...a special person."

Their eyes meet for a few seconds and they both looked away shyly. Still no one was still suspicious about anything. Their minds must have been occupied by something else for them not to notice anything.

The game continued like that. The most annoying thing was that it was mostly based on their love lives and so on.

It reached my turn and Sakeenah was supposed to ask me a question since she was the last.

She had a sad smile on "If you're asked who you love most in this world?...who would you say?"

The room was as quiet as a grave yard now. I didn't waste much time in answering because I knew the answer by heart.

I grinned "Allah! I love Him the most in my life."

She nodded not seeming very contented by the answer "Next person?" She asked.

"Prophet Muhammad (may peace be upon him)!

"Next person?"

"My parents."

"Next person?"

"My friends?"

"Next?"

"Ahma..." I quickly caught my tongue and swallowed hard.

I watched as a few tears fell from her eyes. She stared at me with so many emotions ; pain, hurt, betrayal, trust, and love.

"Ahmad right?" She whispered.