Hafsa

Prologue

My face was covered, I couldn't see anything. As we drove to my matrimonial home, I shed tears, not tears of happiness, but sorrow because I would be taken to my husband's house, the husband I know nothing about to consider loving him.

"I'm not ready. I don't love him. Take me back home. I miss my mother, I miss my baba (father). I miss my siblings." I thought to myself. I take this as pure wickedness and not an arranged marriage.

    Why will my own father do this to me? Why will he marry me off to a man I don't even know? This doesn't even make sense. I've never seen him before. All I know is his name, Aasim.

    The car stopped and we sorted out of the car. We walked into the house and strolled upstairs. I couldn't see anything, but my henna designed feet. I could hear a lot of different voices of women praying for my marriage.

     My aunties took me to my room. They did their last nasiha and left. "Ya Hafsa I'm going to miss you" Layla hugged me before leaving.

    I was left with my two of friends, Anisa and Amira. "Hafsa you have to stop crying please. Calm down." Amira tried to console me. "No, no I won't. Worst day of my life" I wailed.

"Sabr my sister, sabr (patience)" anisa muttered. "Hafsa it's time for us to go. Your husband will be here anytime soon." Amira stood up. "No please, please I'm begging. Stay with me." I pleaded. "Hafsa let go of my hand" Amira tried to free her hand but I was holding it tight.

  
     She finally escaped from my hold and they ran out. "Oh My Allah, I'm alone." I muttered, shaking my head. What will I do now? How will I look at him?

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       I finally gave up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I came out shortly and plumped down on the bed. I sighed as I remembered what happened before.

     Why will baba get me married at this early age, I'm just 19 for crying out loud. I really felt bad for breaking up with my boyfriend, Ismail. I hope he's fine....

     This man that baba married me off to, I don't even know him. All I know is his name. I've never even seen him before. He never showed up at my house talk more of getting to know each other. Ya Rabb help me.....

     "Salamu alaikum." The door got opened and a tall Man came in. I turned to see who it was. What?! Is this my husband? No! I can't believe this! I came across with the most handsome creature ever. His well built body. His face! His mesmerizing eyes made me to shiver. He kept staring at me while I did the same.

I looked deep into his eyes and sighed. "Alhamdulillah. (I thank Allah)" I mused to myself.

Hey guys. So this is just the prologue. Hope you liked it💖
To be continued Insha Allah✨
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