She didn't ask for money or wealth or even a well known position!
She asked for a family who cares for her, appreciates her hard work and loves her.
He didn't ask for anything except revenge from his past and he didn't find anyone to act the role...
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||Chapter Six|| Fighting & Ignoring
Mr. Jawad is wandering around in his old school. He doesn't know that one day he may come back after what happened here two years ago! He sighs deeply after he has remembered that terrible thing that let him stuck with a bad reputation. Memories of this day hit him like a truck full of fireworks. He comes back here for something and he will never get back from his decision. He just needs patience and a plan. He is shuffling along to the cafeteria where he could have his lunch when he heard a quiet shouting coming from the nearest class. He sneaks towards the door and eavesdrops on the conversation.
" Muslim always stays terrorist. Hypocrisy is your logo. "
It follows it cries and shouts then he bursts in the class and anger plagues his face when he sees her with those minions hitting the poor girl and tearing her scarf.
" Put your filthy hands away from her " He utters furiously and his jaw clenches with throwing so much hatred through Sarah. He then hitches Nour's wrist and pulls her behind him to face his back.
"Don't ever shove yourself in something isn't in your business, Hamza! " Sarah counters while looking directly into his eyes. She doesn't flinch or even trembles. Her blue light eyes are full of much hatred and indignity and most of all they seem to be challenging him!
" When it comes to her. It matters me, Mrs. Smith " He retorts with a full sarcasm follows by a smirk plays at his lips. He isn't surprised by Sarah's reaction that much. He knows well how she will react to this. She just steps back while her eyes just break his contact and ducks her head down about to set free her tears while stealing a look at Nour who's standing behind that broad body, who doesn't know what's going on and how they know each other as he has just appeared this year. To be more clearer this week!
Nour then tries to free herself from his grip but he bustles outside clenching his wrist more than before leaving Sarah with those useless minions behind him.
"Leave my hand! " Nour utters while focusing on her hand trying to free it from his powerful wrist and he is still walking then suddenly he stalls. Until she wanders her eyes till they fall on his to find them studying her features. She felt his hand loosens and then she steps back.
"You don't have the right to hold my hand like this! Don't do that again. You almost broke it. You know Sarah, right? Oh great and now because of you, she will bother me again and again and she will never leave me alone. For God's sake I left you in that hospital so what are you doing here?!" Nour blurts out very quickly while pointing with her index at his face and stepping closer to his face to add some drama!
"Can you just shut your mouth. Shit! You're so annoying like your mother and yeah you're welcome " He opposes so annoyingly at her voice that is probably going to end him up deaf and his eyes which is looking directly in her eyes while crossing his hand feeling depressed from her action.
She realizes that she is so close to him then she steps back again and starts fixing her scarf while her head sees the most interesting thing on the floor. She knows that it is not the way to thank someone.
" Umm Sorry!... T.Thank y.you by the way" She murmurs while her contact is still focusing on the floor plus pretending to fix her hijab. She is embarrassed a little from her action. She never thinks that she might turn like her mother's attitude. She doesn't feel him when he goes away until she raises her eyes searching for his figure to find nothing but an almost empty hallway. She feels awful about herself. Every time she tries to thank him ends up fighting him or ignoring him.
She touches her head softly when she feels that headache streaming inside her head and causing pain more than the pain she already has. She always makes her way towards the restroom, her only survivor after every fumed battle. There are already some girls there but they are doing their business and they don't pay attention to her. She puts her bag on that table beside the door and heads to the further side of the restroom then She slowly raises her head to have contact with her reflection. She takes a look at her scarf that has torn a little and her closed clothes. She wants to find the reason of being hated and unwanted.
Why don't people accept her as a person like them?
They don't have to deal with her religion if they don't care. She is human as they feel and sense.
Why do they accuse Islam of violence when it is found to spread peace and love?
Why do they judge their women from their appearance as they think that they kill their femininity gradually when it is just found to protect them from desirous men for lust?
"Excuse me, Have you finished yet? I want to use that side of the restroom. The rest are all busy" A brunette girl comes to save her from being drowned in her thoughts. Nour nods looking at her from the mirror and takes a final look at her appearance. She then fitches her bag and bursts out from the restroom and heads to the cafeteria where she is supposed to meet Mariam and to tell her all that shit!
" And that's what happened "Nour ends while looking at her sandwich yearning to have a bite. She had all the time narrating everything to Mariam and she in return asks her about Hamza and her mouth is barely closed.
"I wish I could see him. there is someone already in my head but I don't know if it is him or not!" Mariam says while playing in her hair and she was in her deep thoughts!
"If he has a black small cut hair with green eyes. It's him "
Nour states after finally having a bite from her sandwich. She takes that bite deliciously. She waits for all those shit to end so that she could maybe have a good time with her lunch. Her eyes are wielding the place until they fell on a familiar body. She quickly with Swift motion nudges Mariam in her elbow.
"What? " She wonders while looking at Nour trying to find an answer until she finds Nour's sight whirls around tell it fell on a well-built body.
" Oh boy! He is so handsome." Mariam compliments while her sight still focusing on him.
" So what are you going to do with him? He deserves an apology, don't you think? " She continues and shifts her head to see Nour's head faces the table lost in her thoughts or maybe that handsome guy " Hamza " She snickers to herself at her thought.
" I don't know what to do. Every time I intend to thank him for ..you know...taking me to hospital although he bumped into me as he had the chance to escape but he chose to help me and today for saving me from Sarah. But it always ends up either in fighting or ignoring each other. " Nour huffs deeply after saying that and puts both of her palms in front of her face desperately. She felt a soft hand patting on her shoulder and then felt a side hug.
" All is Allah's will " Mariam whispers in her ears while revealing a giant smile on her lips.
Nour pulls her hands away and then takes a look in Miriam's eyes. She is now more satisfied that finally Allah gives her a friend! She knows that Allah never forgets anybody who raises his hands to him and asks for his help. He is always here, in our hearts guiding our ways in our life. He won't ever let you fall when he is always listening to our prayers but the most precious thing that he wants us to have is patience! He wants us to wait until he showers us with blessings we haven't asked him for before!
