Destinies Choice

Chapter 3

She walked up to the girl and said in the least rude voice 'Excuse me, if you don't mind I usually sit here. I would appreciate it if you could please find another seat."

"Oh I'm very sorry." She said in a rather cautious voice. She looked very nerdy and clumsy because when she stood up she dropped all her books and pens.

"Oh silly me I'm sorry." And she slapped herself on her forehead. She had glasses which made her look even more nerdy but something about her made her look pretty. She wasn't like any of the other hijabis. They wore lots of makeup and did their hijab in a complicated way which isn't nice because the hijab is for covering your beauty, these girls were accentuating it.

For the sake of humanity Ayesha helped her. "Oh you didn't need to, I could do it by myself." She said.

"It's fine." Ayesha replied. She took a seat next to Ayesha.

"What's your name? I'm sorry, I'm new. Just trying to make some friends.

Well you'll be my enemy soon enough.

"Ummm... Ayesha. And yours?"

"Haadiya. Wait, are you a Muslim?" She asked.

"Uhhhh.... ya." She finally
replied.

"Oh. Cool. Sorry I'm nervous. Back where I used to live I got bullied for wearing a hijab." She said

"Well here you get bullied for not wearing a hijab." She muttered under her breath but unfortunately Haadiya heard.

"What?!"

"Sorry. I meant I get bullied by my idiotic cousins for not wearing a hijab."

And just then Badia and Cantara walked into the room and starting doing those circling motions again. "What are they even doing?" Haadiya asked really confused.

"That is there way of asking me where is my hijab." She replied ready for Haadiya to turn her back on her. But something she said surprised her. "They do know it's not a big deal right. I mean it is your personal choice and they shouldn't be worrying about it right?"

"Yes but it doesn't get to their brain. All their stupid friends also annoy me every chance they get." She was on the verge of tears right now.

"Well it doesn't matter, as long as your following your deen, the rest of your religion. You are, right?" Haadiya said.

"Yes, yes. I do. I pray five times a day. I read a bit of the Qur'an daily. I fast in the month of Ramadan and I'm even planning on going on Umra next year!" She said excitedly now that she found someone who understood.

"Well that's great. You don't need to worry about those girls. Just as long as you're pleasing your lord." Ayesha gave her a great big hug. "I'm sorry. I have finally found someone who understands me!"

"It's okay, I'm always here if you need me."

Ayesha was walking through the corridor so she could get to her locker since school was over. As she was walking Badia and Cantara came and stood in front of her.

"You know you're never going to get a good Muslim man to marry if you don't wear a hijab. You're a worthless idiot and no one will ever, ever appreciate you. Idiot." She said in her annoying high pitched and sassy voice.

"Yeah!" Said Cantara her chamchi.

Then they both slapped her on each cheek. That was enough to wake up the monster she had been hiding inside for so long. Just as they were about to walk away Ayesha spoke.

"Well your not going to get a good marriage if you stay in relationships with non mahram. Your going to have no self respect. You wear a hijab to please others but you're not pleasing your lord which is way more important. I bet Allah is more pleased with me hijabi or not. But that's not for me to decide. At least I pray and read the holy book. I bet you haven't even read qaida so just shut up."

Then she ran past them and drove away in her car. Even though she was confident in front of them she still wondered if what they said might, just might be true.

When she reached home she looked in her car mirror. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were all puffy and red. Her nose was pink as well. She wiped away as much as tears as she could and tried to look as normal as possible.

When she entered the house she said salam to Faahima and went straight to her room not bothering to meet anyone else. She didn't even go in the kitchen to see what was for dinner.

She closed her door and went to a corner of her room and her eyes started balling with tears. Ebrah walked in and gasped like she had seen a ghost. Which she probably thought Ayesha was. She ran to Ayesha and pulled her into a hug. Ayesha sobbed into Ebrah until no more tears would fall out. She felt bad because Ebrah looked like she was drenched.

"What happened my sweety!" Ebrah exclaimed

"Nothing just a really bad day at uni today." She lied. Ayesha didn't want to spoil the good vibes about Ebrahs wedding and shee wanted her brother and Ebrah to  have no worries before their marriage.

"Yeah, right." She said slowly sarcastically

"By the way do u have a spare shirt?" She said while pointing at her almost dripping shirt. They both shared giggles which made Ayesha feel much better. Soon it was asr time so Ayesha went to pray. She  loved to pray to please Allah. but she also loved to pray because she could thank Allah for everything he has given her in her dua. But today she asked Allah to ease her pain. She had never cried while making duaa before.

When Ebrah walked out of the room she knew that there was something wrong. Ayesha was hiding something from her and she was going to find out one way or another, but for now she had to take care of her wedding.

Ebrah had decided to go shopping for clothes with Ayesha, Aabira and her 10 year old sister Iba. "We will go tomorrow after you guys come back from school Insha Allah, is that fine?" She asked the three girls.

"Eeeeeek, I'm so excited" Squealed Ayesha.

"Me too!" said Aabira

"Me three!" Screamed Iba.

But what they didn't know was that there was something dreadful waiting for the four girls tomorrow that they wouldn't have even dreamed about.

A/N

Salam readers. What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter. What is that dreadful thing waiting. I enjoyed writing this chapter  so much. It was really fun. Sorry if in the future i don't update as often because sadly my school is opening tomorrow. Btw i just wsnted to clear out that ayeshas motger does wear a hijab. Please recommend my story to all your friends. I hope to have as much people as i can to read my story, Jazakallah and Allah Hafiz for now.