1)Different Hearts❤Halal Journey Of Two People(edited&completed)

chapter=2 Meeting with stranger?(edited)

Every heart has different feelings, sometimes we can't control.

Be patient and have faith.

How about the above cover?

Yumna:
I hope Allah gives all parents a long, healthy, and happy life, and grants my parents, who I miss so much, paradise. Ameen.

After completing my dua, I began reciting the Qur'an. After I was done, I checked my phone and discovered some WhatsApp messages from Aisha, my best friend.
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Aisha: Assalamualeikum, how have you been?

Me: Waleikumsalam, so far good

Aisha: So, any positive updates? When will the dream prince or princess arrive?

Me: Well, my brother is not even here, and you have already started. I think you two would make a wonderful couple; should I talk to him?

I teased her with my question. We clicked on our first day of college because, as far as I can tell, she is exactly like me.

Aisha: Oh my goodness!Astagfirullah
Alright, let us meet. I have to go now because my parents are waiting for you and are excited to see you.

Me: My sibling or me?

Aisha: Not amusing see you soon InshaaAllah.

Me: InshaaAllah
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Thank God for certain people in my life, some people can make you feel better with just a simple text message. This made me smile the entire time.

I went to my closet and took out a light blue long-sleeved gown and black flat slippers. I do not like wearing high heels and I do not want to look foolish because my brother Imran teases me when I try them at home, so I just wore my gown and my black flat slippers. I added some lip gloss and powder because I do not wear makeup much and I prefer natural beauty.

At last, I was prepared and had not forgotten my matching blue hijab.

"How long will you take? one more hour or?" From behind the door, he bellowed.

Some men simply lack the patience.

"I am almost ready, and it is only been 20 minutes," I thought to myself. "Ya Allah, this boy has no patience."

I heard him say, "I heard you," while I was waiting outside, I suppose.
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Finally, we were in a car, I was so nervous and I never even asked more about this guy because if I asked my big-headed brother will think I am so eager to meet the guy so I decided to zip my mouth and wait.

I switched on the nasheed from my phone my favourites of late Junaid Jamshed, he truly was one of the best whenever it came to nasheeds, my brother loves his nasheeds as well so I increased volume and we both listened in a comfortable silence.

Suddenly I noticed that we had stopped and I checked around our surroundings, tables and chairs everywhere some area was for couples while some for families, wow what a place MashaaAllah, I whispered to myself and as soon as I glanced sideways there was a guy sitting alone reading a magazine, he wore a high-class suit, ya Allah this is so wrong!

I adverted my gaze Astagfirullah(seeking forgiveness), I shouldn't be thinking this way at all as I have come here to meet someone.

My brother was standing near the door, "Since when did you become a gentleman?" I asked him playfully and he just rolled his blue beautiful eyes.

"Just leave it as someone there waiting has no patience so if you don't want to get scolded then come down and let's go," he said taking my hand and leading the way towards his best friend the one I am going to meet as if he has patience..huh.

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We were sitting across each other while my brother and him sat beside each other but there was an awkward silence between us I didn't even know what to say since I had not even looked up at him that much nervous I was at moment.

"Assalamualeikum," He greeted finally ending the silence.

"Waleikumsalam," I replied still not looking and fidgeting with my fingers on my lap under the table.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You know you can look at me," He said his voice a bit calm.

I raised my face and met the guy's beautiful blue eyes for the first time. There was something strange and appealing about him, but then, thank God, I realized that he was the one I had been eyeing earlier and that he was wearing the same clothes as me.

Undoubtedly, Allah has the best plans.

"How was he aware of this?" I questioned whether my brother was involved because I would not abandon him.

"It was a coincidence, I guess," he answered. I turned to face my brother, who was simply grinning and sipping his drink.

"I have to go, but you guys get to know one another; when you are done, let me know," He said, preparing to walk away from me. Did he hear me when I begged him with my eyes?

How daring of him to abandon me, leaving me alone with this stranger, and how will I ever speak to him?

While Imran was speaking, my brother was pulling back, and I was just staring at him.

"Why are you so nervous? He said, "I will not eat you," and I knew he was having way too much fun.

I told him in the hopes that he would understand, "I know and I am just like that the shy type around new people."

Since my parents passed away, I have only had Imran and now this stranger, so it is difficult for me to open up.

"So you are not even going to inquire about me?" He asked again, sensing that I would follow up, the way some girls do.

I was honest with him, saying, "No, as long as you know me, that is enough and I will ask my brother a little bit about you."

"Wwowwoowowwill you accept if I send you a proposal? You know you are just too innocent, and I like you just the way you are." Upon hearing his question, I looked up, taken aback.

"Why me?" Why me when youoooooowww can have any girl you want, there are plenty of contemporary girls, and you might be every girl's fantasy?"I asked him, and all of a sudden I realized that I had just told him, "Ya Allah, me and my mouth," whatever I was feeling at the time. He was grinning when I looked up.

What is wrong now? Could it be that he was making fun of me? Why was he smiling?

"Oh, so I am the dream of every girl?" He questioned me and then answered.

"You have a unique personality, you are a hijabi, and you have complete faith in Allah. I know you are the one who will lead me further into our religion because I have heard so much about you and seen it," he said all at once, blushing, and I looked down.

If he is treating me like this in our first meeting, I know my face must look like a tomato to him. What will happen next? Insha'Allah, I believe I have decided how I will respond, but I will still perform Istikhara.

"Let me drop you off, and I will be waiting for your response; feel from your heart; we all have different hearts and feelings," He said, opening the door for me.

"I simply smiled at him and whispered thank you."
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We drove in a comfortable silence; people say he is big-headed and arrogant, but today I saw a different side to him; what is the truth? But with me, he was different. Whatever he was saying from the bottom of his heart-perhaps he was someone else in the office-may Allah assist me. Does he match the one you sent?

Note.
Given that what she had heard and seen represented two distinct personalities, should she say yes or no to him?