Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl.
Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him.
Abdulhameed: I love her.
Fatima: I love him.
Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father.
Fatima: I'm literally forced.
Abdulhameed: But she still loves...
My room's floor was littered with every piece of clothing i had, as was my bed. All thanks to Saf (Safiyyah) and Mirah (Amirah).
They were trying to find a nice clothes for me to wear because my soon-to-be husband is coming in less than two hours.
Saf picked out an ankara fitted dress "I think this one will do"
"No" I said dryly "Its not like I'm going to show off my curves"
"What about this?" Mirah brought out a blue floral gown.
"No no no no and no" I said and pulled my hair in frustration "I'm sorry to say but i think you guys are just wasting your time, what if this man is even old? OMG! I'm dead"
"Argh! You're the most annoying creature i have ever seen" Saf said clearly annoyed "What did i tell you? No negative thoughts, always stay positive"
"Okay Ma" I rolled my eyes.
"Say whatever you want to say but you're going to dress nice, he has to see the beauty" Of course, that was Mirah.
I slowly inhaled as Saf started to massage my temples.
"Okay!" I uttered after some minutes and smiled broadly "I will wear whatever you want"
"Really?" They both squealed and hugged each other.
"Crazy girls" I rolled my eyes and chuckled.
After scattering the rest of the clothes in my drawer, they finally brought out a peach beautiful gown.
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"Mashaa Allah!" They cooed.
"Its makeup time" Mirah said delightfully.
"You're nuts, I'm not wearing any makeup because I'm not going to a beauty contest"
