Its been three weeks since baba announced my marriage. I woke up around 5:30am and performed my ablution. I did my raka'atainil fajr, before observing my fajr prayer. After that I recited my favourite surah, surah Al-Jum'ah and others, before tidying my room. I was done around 6:46am. I went downstairs to help make breakfast. Mama was awake as usual having coffee with baba who was reading a newspaper.
"Salam Alaikum." I greeted them. They replied. I stood up and went to the kitchen. Mama had already started frying sausages and fries. I picked one sausage from the food flask and was about to eat it.
"I knew I should've never let you come into the kitchen alone. You'll finish the food before it's even done." I pouted, almost dropping the sausage in fear. "I've told you severally, not to eat anything from the food flask till it's time to eat." She went on. I don't remember the number of times I had to say sorry before she let it go (woohoo, go Elsa).
She took a seat on the kitchen stool.
"Hazira, bring the orange juice from the fridge." I got up and made my way there. "Oh, and the sausages are done hurry up before they start burning." I quickly closed the fridge, not bothering to pick the orange juice. I started spooning the sausages.
"STOP SPOONING THE SAUSAGES,THE FRIES ARE BURNING." Mama yelled. I yelped, and dropped the spoon making mama laugh, indicating she did that on purpose. After that, sadeeqa decided it was time to wake up. She walked into the kitchen and greeted both of us. Sadeeqa was 17 and half as she would've added. She had soft brown hair that contrasted against my black one. She had a oval face with big hay-brown eyes. She opened the food flask and picked a fry. Mana once again started preaching, leaving the kitchen while saying something along the lines of food being our only priority. I sighed, and cracked some eggs. I scrambled them and set the table. After breakfast, I decided to visit Fatima. It's been long. I took a shower and wore a green floral shirt with a pair of grey jeans. I threw my abaya over it. I wrapped my hijab and picked my niqab since baba is around.
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"Hello, anybody home?" I asked teasingly.
"Yeah, the cat is home." She shot me a weird answer. I shrugged it off and went into her kitchen.
"Hey Fatie!"
"Hey sis. How you been?" She asked giving me a hug, which I declined cuz she was covered in flour. She pouted.
"Well, mom and aunt Shiva are looking for a venue and tomorrow they want us to go buy a wedding dress. Wanna come?"
"No, sorry, we have date night tomorrow."
"With Abdul?" I stupidly ask, trying to annoy her.
"No, with the baboon in my bedroom. OF COURSE WITH ABDUL." She screamed. I let out a laugh.
"Calm down dude." I smiled.
"Want me to help you with that?" I asked gesturing her pathetic attempt to make a cheesecake.
"Yes please." She smiled. I quickly fixed the batter, adding strawberries and honey. I poured some pistachio nuts and pour it into the base. I popped it into the oven while Fatima spooned the proper chicken she was making.
"Are you staying for lunch?" She asked.
"No thanks." I said pulling the cheesecake out of the oven and placed it on the cake stand. I turned around and smiles.
"I'll be off how. Take care habibti." I avoided hugging her. "Hazee!" She groaned and saw me to the door.
Amaar's POV
I threw on a red shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. I disheveled my hair by running my hands through it as I walked into the living room. I picked my car key and phone and drove to Abdul's house.
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"Salam Alaikum." I greeted entering the house.
"Amaar!" He pulls me into a bro hug.
"How you doing man?"
"Pretty good, even though my best friend missed my wedding. But don't worry, I won't miss yours."
"I'm sorry man." He chuckled.
"Don't sweat it. This is my wife Fatima." He introduced.
"Assalam Alaikum." I smiled.
"Wa'alaikumu Assalam." She replied softly. "Come let's sit down for lunch." We followed her to the dinning room.
"So, did you watch the Barcelona-madrid match?" He asked, making Fatima roll her eyes.
"Yeah, it was epic. Barcelona won."
"Only because messi tackled yerry mina towards the end of the match. But I still think Madrid is the best player." I hummed.
"You know, there are some people that even if angels are sent to them to tell them Barcelona's better, they'll argue against that." I laughed, making him smack me. Fatima brought a strawberry cheesecake, making me turn my attention to her.
"That smells good." I moaned, making Abdul laugh at me.
"Still a sweet tooth I see? I pity your wife." I rolled my eyes at him as Fatima cut a slice and put it for me. I ate happily before looking at the time.
"Dude, it's time for asr. Let's go pray. I have a meeting at four."
Sorry it was short, I mistakenly deleted the first chapter 2
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Amaar
Spiritual"All I ever wanted was to be independent. Prove to the world that there's more to just being a Muslim woman. But dad ruined that by marrying me out to a cold, emotionless monster!" Hazira Khan was your typical modest girl. She's sweet, caring, smart...
