Khadijah ✔️

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"Corinthians 13: 4-8 love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight with evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perceivers. Love never fails," the priest said.

"Ah. One of my favorite verses. You know why? Because it's true. If you see that your relationship with a significant other didn't work out although you think there was love, you must be wrong. Because love never fails."

It was Sunday. And as every Sunday rolled by, Luke's family would go to church. Except for his mom. Everyone constantly questioned it. Everyone knew how loving the Bloomfield family was.

But through out the whole thing, Luke found himself spacing out through out the whole thing. He looked to his left then turned to his right, his sister and his father listening to the priest, attentively.

He thought of what Greg said a few days before about how Muslims were wrong. He didn't object, yet, he didn't agree. Simply, because he didn't know if he was even on the same page as Greg.

He was confused. But it even confused him more why he was just so attracted to Khadijah. His mind drifted from Greg and their talk about religions to Khadijah and how beautiful her smile is and her innocence.

He liked her. He admitted to himself for the very first time.

The priest finished quicker this time. Something that gave Luke a bit of relief. As usual, his dad had to go out of town. The lack of his presence made their relationship a bit rusty.

"Aren't you coming in?" Louisa asked her brother as soon as they reached the porch of the house. Luke simply shook his head. "No, you go in Lou. I'm going for a walk."

Louisa gave him a smile before going into the house. He knew, that Louisa was incredibly lucky, to not worry too much. About everything really.

Luke was a born worrier. Started when he was a little kid, involving everything that had to do with big changes and opinions.

Luke got lost in his own mind, he found himself way far from home. He looked to his right and found a lot of people coming out from the mosque. He was about to proceed with walking until he heard a familiar voice.

He turned around and found his mom coming out, with a scarf over her head. Confusion washed over him as he walked towards her. She looked up from her phone and at him and her eyes instantly went wide.

"Luke? Honey what are you doing here?" She asked him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Mom what is going on here?" He answered her question, ignoring her first question.

She sighed and looked down. "Yeah. I think we need to talk." She pulled him softly by his arm away from the sea of people and into ice cream parlor by the park.

After they got their ice cream, they sat on a bench in the park, not uttering a word. Luke looked at his mom's hands that were tightly intertwined together.

"Mom let your hands go." Luke disconnected his mom's hands and looked at her. "And please, say something."

The mother looked at her son and gave him a weak smile. "We met in college. Your father and I." She started. Although she didn't get to continue her story, Luke chose to intervine.

"Yeah I know that. But... what is going on?"

"I'm feeling guilty, Luke." She blurted out. He was even more confused at that moment. "What?" He asked her.

"I feel guilty, Luke. I'm doing something wrong. I am not supposed to do that." She answered.

"But... why did you go through with it from the start?" Luke asked. She smiled and him and sighed. "Because I loved your father.

"I was young when I met your father. It was my first time to actually know what being in love felt like. I felt so drawn into him, that I overlooked everything. Even what was right and wrong. I have neglected my practices, because I convinced myself that nothing can ever top loving your father. But... I can't do this anymore, Luke. I'm tired."

He dragged his eyes from his mother to the ground as his legs kept on moving, anxiously. He was very thankful that his mom didn't expect him to say anything. Yes, there was a pile of things that were urgent to discuss. But they silently, without even talking, decided to enjoy the fountain ahead of them and the swans.

The sun started to slowly go down and a mixture of orange, red, and purple were splashed into the sky. They both got up and walked silently back to the house.

They both knew that his dad won't be home. But the illusion that there might be someone waiting eagerly to see you was temporarily pleasant. Even when almost never being there, the woman continuously proved to herself that it was for them.

But it took less than a few seconds to confirm that the pair did truly love each other. The thought of the endless love that his parents possessed, was pleasurable. But... if the love was meant to last till eternity, why did right and wrong matter then?

Or did the eternal love that they supposedly had, was worth sacrificing to satisfy Him?