𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭

April 8, 2017

I'm so excited for Amir to come over for dinner tonight, but I couldn't help the nerves that fluttered in my stomach at the thought of him meeting Ummah for the first time. I really hope that she accepts him despite his American ideals, but even if she doesn't, it won't change how I feel about him.

    He rode up to our house on his motorcycle wearing his signature leather jacket and form-fitting black jeans, pulling away his helmet to reveal the murky blue eyes I'd come to adore. I stared at him with my mouth agape as he approached, a subtle blush rising to my cheeks. My blush darkened when Amir winked in my direction, my hands flying to my face in an attempt to fruitlessly hide my embarrassment from him.

    When Ummah let Amir into our house, she immediately began interrogating him about his future plans. He remained cool and composed while answering every question with ease, and I couldn't help but admire him all the more. Despite his calm exterior, I still managed to notice him digging his teeth into his lower lip, a trait he only exhibited when he was feeling nervous. After answering a fusillade of questions from Ummah, Amir excused himself to go to the bathroom--most likely in an attempt to escape further questioning. Once she was sure he couldn't hear, Ummah confessed to me that she liked Amir and that she was happy I'd finally found a friend who actually cared about me. I've never felt more relieved. 

    For dinner, Ummah prepared Mansaf, Fattoush, and Manakeesh, and I was practically drooling at the sight. Ummah rarely cooked them for me anymore as they were Babbah's favorites, but I suppose Amir left a good enough impression for her to cook my favorite dishes again. Conversation throughout dinner flowed naturally as Amir made Ummah laugh more than I'd heard in years--he just has that effect on people. I'm so lucky.