"So you wanna get together?" Zeke asked me shocked, as if he wasn't sure what he was hearing was correct. The look in his eyes, simply gave me butterflies, which was was crazy, because I had never felt this way before, and I was falling for a white, non-Muslim dude.
"Yes" I tried to say as confidently as I possibly could, but I tried to show my admiration for him in my eyes. "I have never felt this way about anyone and I love you, I love you more than the sky above us, I love you more than Iraq, I love you more than America, I love you more than anything except Allah, of course."
He took me in his hands and gave me a giant bear hug and said "I love you.. And I can't b-believe that I have fallen for a hijabi" Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
I couldn't marry him unless he was a Muslim.... It would kill Ommi if I married a non-Muslim..
"Zeke" I said trying to muster up all the courage that I had in my being. "If we're to date, you have to become a Muslim" I watched as his face scrunched for a minute and then I heard the most beautiful thing come out of his mouth
"Jamilia, I will most certainly become a Muslim, if it means that I will get to love you forever"
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The Hijabi (Completed)
General FictionHe stepped on my prayer rug, and then asked the most stupid question I had ever heard. "Do you sleep in that thing?" But he wasn't asking it sarcastically, which was the scary thing . Thank you for 10k 121# on General Fiction 8/21/2017 63# in...