A Story Called You & I❤️

Chapter 3 - What is the Truth?

It took me good time to let go of the embarrassment of what had happened with Ali and get back to finishing my designs and helping mom at home. I was confused whether I should tell someone about the incident or not.
Dad was out of the questions I couldn't even think of mentioning it to him, if I told my mom she'd make me stop going which was not something I wanted, if I told Amir he wouldn't care and Hina would just get worried because she cannot do anything So there was no point in sharing it with anybody. I could rant about it to my friends who chose to go on trips instead of interning during the summer holidays and were definitely having a far better time than I was, but then I finally decided It wouldn't do any good talking to them as well so I let it go.

I felt far more angry than hurt or embarrassed, the feeling of not being able to do anything when he did whatever he did was eating me up I wanted to walk back to his cabin and give him a nice hard slap and tell him things that would make him feel ashamed of being a man but all this comes to my head only after a situation is over, only after an argument is done...what is the point of thinking all this now dear brain?
Why aren't you a little more proactive when actually needed?

Two days of this anger, frustration, confusion and embarrassment later I finally poured it down on the prayer mat in front of my creator and I realized that is what I should have done in the first place, it is what anybody should do in any circumstance. Tell Allah! Ask Him, beg Him, request Him, complain to Him, Thank Him He is waiting for you to make an effort and then he pours his mercy on you.

He says take one step towards me and I will take ten steps towards you, walk towards me and I shall run towards you.

When Allah is so understanding, patient & giving, why do we need to confide in anyone else why do we have to ask and beg anyone other than the Creator Himself? When the one who can give us everything is ready to give us everything as long as you remember Him then he should be our confidante, our first friend to tell anything to.

I continued my designs whenever I got the time in the middle of the preparations happening at home, this little meet felt no more than a wedding and far more exhausting. And the D Day finally arrived when the guy's side came to see Hina.

My eyes were worn out from the late night workings on the laptop and the crying in anger & embarrassment every now and then making me look tired but I managed to apply some kajal & gloss and changed into a pretty dress to take the attention away from my eyes.
It wasn't even like they were coming to see me but I still had to look presentable because I believed no matter what happens on the inside, always be strong and pretty on the outside and you will automatically feel better.

Life is never amazing, Never. You have to make do with it a lot of times. Sometimes when people hurt you, put on a smile and move on like nothing happened because you were never promised a beautiful life You were only promised Magical hereafter, A Jannah with where everything you faced in the world would be compensated.
Where hatred and injustice wouldn't prevail but just Peace, Rivers would flow beneath the mighty gardens, where everybody you loved From your Fathers to spouses and offspring's would all live together in harmony.
This is the life you need to focus on getting, not where pleasures of the world take up most of your thoughts.

Brushing aside everything from my mind I walk downstairs waiting for the guests to come, a few moments later the bell rang and They were here a few people I didn't recognize but had to welcome and serve like we had just invited Queen Elizabeth home.

I greeted everyone as they sat down in the living room and introductions were made. I took a few looks at the guy and had a feeling that he was decent when he saw me looking at him multiple times I just gave him an awkward smile and then without gaining any further attention on me I walked back over to Hina's room to tell her about him.