The Life Of A Muslim Girl{Completed}

Chapter 12.

Alisha's POV.

I wake up at.the soind of my alaram. I don't even know why i set it for today. Today we have to go to Ibrahim's house. I got to the toilet and get cleaned up. I go downstairs to have breakfast.

"Heeeey" Samreen says.

"God you look horrible, and tired." I say. She didn't even wash her face or comb her hair.

"I'm was thinking whole night about Ibrahim" She says stretching her arms.

"Oh, Samreen I miss zayn" I say, clear sadness in my voice.

"Oh alisha dont worry you will meet again" She says hugging me, and rubbing my back.

"I hope." I sigh, and make ceral for me and samreen.

We went to the spa for mani and pedi cure, and faicial.

When we arrived it was 5:00. We needed to reach Ibrahim's house at 8:00. So we decided to start getting ready right now.

First i took a long hot shower. I wore a black cocktail dress i wore a plain shirt to cover my bare hands and black leggings, with golden heels, black and golden bracelet, golden earings and a small golden clutch.

I didn't put eye shadow. I just applied eye-liner, mascara, pink lip gloss and a light pink blushon. I fixed my hijab and took one last look and went downstairs.

Samreen got already ready before me.

I went downstairs to check her. As always my jaw litrelly droped to the floor. Okay, i'm just joking, my jaw did open.

She was wearing that black dress we bought.

"Close your mouth, you already saw me in this dress" She says and i roll my eyes.

"Well look at you two, looking gorgeous" Samreen's mom says and beside her my mom was standing and she was nodding.

"MashAllah" My mom said to both of us.

"So let's get going, shall we?" Samreen's dad ask. We all nod and head to Ibrahim's house.

"So are you nervous?" I wisper to Samreen.

"Oh no, i'm just going to meet my future husband whom i have never met, so why would i be nervous doof head!" She wispers back and i roll my eyes.

We reach at Ibrahim's house and i look over to samreen. She is really nervous. I pat her back and give her a smile, she smile back and head out.

Samreen's dad knock the door and a guy opens, i put my gaze at the ground and head inside. The house is well decorated and it smells like delicious chicken.

Samreen's future mother in law greets us. We say our salam and sit in her room.

"MashAllah samreen you're such a beautiful girl, and your best friend is too" I smile.

"Umm where's the toilet"? I ask her mother.

"Just go in any room and you'll find a toilet" She says. I nod and go outside to find the toilet. I was humming to what makes you beautiful. I find a room and open it. A guy was lying there on his bed. I immediatly put my gaze down.