Inspired by a muslimah

chapter 32

           Appointments with psychiatrists, classes and cooking,  which was a stressbuster for me was what my life revolved around for a year. Relatives would visit, fake pity at my state and speak  behind our back. This was India we were speaking about.

        No matter what,  the stuff that was spoken about us behind our backs had an impact on me and left me even more depressed. Unable to take in more crap from people, my dad decided to shift.  It was a major decision as all our business and properties were here in Bangalore. But dad was adamant that we start afresh.

         Shifting to Dubai,  we all started afresh.  A new business along with the one that my father luckily was a partner in in Dubai got us going. I resumed studying and Inaya was beginning her bachelor's degree anyways.  Everything was going fine until last month, when Basil decided to re-enter my life.  It's weird sometimes. My life has been a rollercoaster ride. From being kidnapped to being a victim of abuse.  I never imagined my life to be this filmy but my faith in Allah swt has never decreased.
           I didn't really harbour any feelings for my kidnapper, but there was this attachment with him for letting me go. 
Now that he is back in my life,  I have no idea what his intentions are. Has he come searching for me or is it mere coincidence that he teaches in the same university that I am a student in.
       Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the door opened and in walked in Inaya.
"How are you feeling now Didi? ", there were tears welling up in her eyes.  "I am fine, my shona. Don't worry and don't cry. "
"Why did you have to drive so fast?  Why can't you drive carefully?  If Basil would not have followed you, we might have even lost you. "

        "Wait,  you know Basil?  You know he is here? How?  Why didn't you tell me?  Do you know why he is here? Inaya, answer me."
        "Didi, yes I know Basil and he has come here for you. He has converted to Islam. He wants to help you find your happiness.  He wants to bring back the old Myra. Please let him in your life.  Don't block him from your life habibi. You have been through a lot in your life,  you deserve so much more. I can only say this much,  I will leave the rest to Basil. And Didi,  I love you. Think about it. " with this, she got up,  kissed my forehead and rushed out.
          So Basil was here for me.  I was not ready to let any guy enter my life after the Nayab fiasco. I am not ready for this. I think I will just avoid him whenever he tries to approach me. I don't  want him to deal with my problems. He deserves so much better. Why would he want to do anything with a mess like me? All these things kept revolving around my mind until another knock interrupted my thoughts and in came Basil.
         "Asalamalaikum Myra. How are you?  This is like the first civil conversation we are having after a long time and as normal people", he laughed at this and looked at me with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

          "Walaikum Basil, I am feeling better but please tell me why you are here? "
"You can reply fully to my salam Myra,  I am a proud Muslim now,  you don't have to hold back the entire salutation and as for your question,  you very well know the reason I am here. I know Inaya has spoken to you."

He has converted? Ma sha Allah I felt so happy knowing that this guy,  who once planned on destroying the life of so many people has converted to Islam and I might have played a tiny role in this as well.  Thinking this made me happier. It was after days that I actually felt happy from deep within.
         "I know that Basil. But what you plan on doing is really not what is on my to do list. I have serious trust issues and I am a broken mess. Don't try fixing me,  you will end up hurting yourself."
    "But Myra, please give me a chance. Let's try to move on together. It's not like I have the most beautiful past. We can both try and fix each other... "

"Go away Basil, go away.... Please"
     
        And with this,  he walked away.