She found me and I found Allah

Chapter 3

Nervous. That's how I felt. It had been about two minutes since we were sitting on a bench in the garden that was in front of my office. I face palmed myself internally as I thought of the way I asked her to talk to me. She almost looked like she wanted to run away. Well, all that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was here in front of me, deep in thought as I had just proposed to her. It felt quite shocking. I, Ali, had finally expressed my feelings to the lady I loved. I had told her how she had drastically changed me from a bad human and an even bad muslim to a good human and how i may not be a good muslim, heck not even near to good but if she would be there by my side, i would get there. I would be the person not only my mom but I, too desire to become.

"But I hardly know you." She said bringing him back to reality from his flashback.
"But we can get to know each other." I tried to sound convincing but i guess i failed because of the way she just looked down.
"Im sorry." She said with tears in her eyes, "I have never known that someone could change that much because of me. I wish I could say yes to you. But we are strangers who don't know each other, but im sorry because you and me thats not possible. My parents have already called a family who have asked my hand for marriage. Maybe, im not the one Allah made for you. And if we are meant to be one, then surely we will meet again. Our paths will be interwined, if we are to be one." Saying that she left. 

She left me while I just sat there. She left me while I just felt like a part of me died inside me. I just sat there, thinking of all the words left unsaid. Feeling all the dreams crashing inside me. Slowly. Painfully.

             I got up from the bench wearily, walking to my car. Opening the door, I sat down on the drivers seat and heatedly slammed the door shut. I couldn't decipher the feeling I felt. I felt furious, hurt, tired even. It wasn't that I was not used to rejection because that was stupid. I just wasn't used to this hollow feeling in my chest, nor did I think that I'd ever get used to it. As I drove back to my house, I felt empty, isolated, vulnerable. The cars passing were just a blur of colour. My thoughts were rather on a girl, woman infact.
             I parked the car in the parking lot. I started my short walk towards my house. Maybe this was just Allah's way of punishing me for my sins. Maybe I just deserved it. There were alot of maybe's, which I couldn't waste time thinking of at the moment for some unfathomable reason.
           I opened the front door to my house, I was immidiately drowned in my mothers calming scent as she engulfed me in a warm hug.
Chuckling, I asked her,"Why are you being so affectionate today, mother?"
"It's just that you're getting married very soon." She replied and looked at me with loving eyes.
"What? I am?" I asked uncertain of how I was suppose to be reacting.
I couldn't get myself to react. A face of a certain girl clouded my mind, making me unable to speak or do anything of such.
My mother's voice broke me out of my trance.
"Ali, get ready and hurry up. We're going to your soon to be wife's house." With that being said, she pushed me into my room and shut the door. I was perplexed; startled. Just some time ago, i was proposing. Now, I was supposed to be getting ready to meet my possibly future wife. It was weird, indeed.
               The car ride to the girls house was excruciatingly slow. It physically pained me to think more about the situation I was stuck in. Yet, for some reason, I was eager to put a face to the name 'Aliya'. My mother told me her name, but refused to offer any other piece of informative information.
                 Finally, we reached the house I was yearning to see. It was like any other house on this street, red coloured bricks and brown coloured fences. The garden was well kept with many different types of colourful flowers. The door was coloured in an old fashioned brown. It looked archaic but I could tell it was new. The entire house radiated warmth.
                We rang the bell to the house and waited for a minute. The door opened. A lady, probably in her late thirties stood in the door way.
"Ali? Welcome, Welcome. Im pleased to finally meet you!", She said smiling. "And you too, Saba!" She turned her smile towards my mother.
Stepping aside, she let us in. "Im Fatima Subhan, if you didnt know,Ali", she introduced herself. "The mother of Aliya, if you haven't figured it out yet. What an honor! Such a young gentleman your son is Saba." She started talking to my mother, chattering excitedly. I took the opportunity to look around the room. The living room consisted of sofas, a coffee table, a television and some doorways. The walls were painted beige. I already liked this house and its family. 

             My heart couldn't help but beat faster as I thought about the unnamed girl, the one who rejected me. The one and only reason for my heartbreak. Although, I couldn't blame her for it. She had another family already asking for her hand for marriage and who could blame that family?  She was young and beautiful. She was perfect.

"Ali, Aliya would be coming in the living rom soon and you would be able to meet her." Fatima said getting me out of my thoughts. I forcefully nodded.

               At this point, I somehow felt irritated. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be happy. I wanted to be drowning in bliss and stare aat the one and only woman I loved. That possibilty, though, was stuck next to impossible.

              I stared at a door as I heard it's hinges creaking. Out came the girl I was thinking about. Her pale face stared up at me in surprise. I blinked and pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I was physically and mentally going crazy because of this girl, whose name I didn't know a few moments back. 

             I believed in love at first sight but after this moment, I guess, I was going to fall in love after many sights. Every moment maybe. Perhaps, anything was possible. And she made me want to believe it.

          Before having met her two months ago, I would have laughed if someone would have have told me about miracles happening. But right now, as I stared at my supposedly future wife, I truly started believing in miracles. Because it was a miracle that she, Aliya, the girl who rejected me just an hour ago, was standing just a few feet away, looking as confused as I was feeling. And this time, I knew she wasn't just a figment of my imagination. Infact, she was my future wife. Allah had interwined our paths again. But this time, forever, as the two boddies were nothing because two souls were becoming one. There was a right time for everything but today I learnt His timing was perfect. He had made us one in a better way for he doesn't forget the lovers that seek refuge under his amity. For He knows whats best for the people who are devoted to him and the people who aren't. For He is the best planners of all and she made me believe it even more.