One year later
I put down my pen and heaved a sigh. I was done with my final paper. The last paper I would ever have to sit for in the name of engineering. But I still had ten more minutes left, and I couldn't submit my paper until time was up. I folded my arms on the desk and placed my head on them, saying silent du'ahs to Allah to make me pass my final exam, which would determine whether I would graduate or not.
"Time's up, students. Please hand over your papers, right now!" The invigilator said, after ten minutes.
I was one of the first students to stand up in order to hand over my paper. I just wanted to get out of here, go to my room and curl into a little ball on my bed.
Half an hour later, I was doing exactly what I wanted to do earlier when the door to the room burst open, causing my eyes to shoot open, and a breathless Umniyah entered.
"Assalamualaykum," she greeted, heaving.
"Wa'alaykumsalaam. Where are you from?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her.
"Took the stairs. Lift wasn't working," she replied.
I looked at her incredulously. "You climbed 12 floors?"
"Yep. Alright, how was your paper?" Umniyah asked.
"It was bad! I'm not even kidding! It was so bad!" I replied, running a hand through my hair.
Umniyah rolled her eyes at me. "I bet you finished before time. And you always say your papers were bad, yet you always pass!"
I shot her a glare. "Yeah, well, In sha Allah, I hope I do pass, alright? Don't jinx me! And it's better than saying that the paper was easy then you end up failing!" I retorted.
"Alright, simmer down. Unfortunately my last paper is next week. Till then, buddy, you're going to have to deal with a completely studious and serious Umniyah," Umniyah said.
I groaned. "No!"
"I don't believe you have a choice!" She replied. Then her eyes widened, as though she remembered something.
"What's up, Umni?" I questioned.
"I had to meet with my brothers. I totally forgot! Muhammad and Farshad are probably waiting for me. Oh, I'm so dead!" Umniyah said, panicking.
"Go then!" I said, gesturing to the door.
"What do you want to do in my absence?" Umniyah asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Sleep! Exactly what I was doing before you barged in!" I replied, rolling my eyes at her.
She laughed at my response. "Okay, Aliyah. See you in the evening. My brothers are probably going to keep me till past dinner time," she said.
"Okay, take care, Umniyah," I said.
"And yeah, I won't forget to greet Farshad for you!" Umniyah teased, winking at me.
I groaned in response, although I knew she was just joking.
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I shrugged on the gown and fixed the hat on my head. I looked beside me to see Lucy, a fellow engineering mate, staring at me.
"Hon, you look awesome!" Lucy complimented.
"Thanks, but have you seen yourself?" I asked, smiling at her.
"Nah, I'm not even close! Your hijab makes you stand out!" Lucy said.
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Loving a Princess
Spiritual[This book is a spin-off to "Living Royalty"] She had grown up planning her life. But does life always go according to the way you plan it? Aliyah Hamid, one of the daughters of Zakir Hamid, belonged to the family which was considered the royalty o...
