His Gorgeous Muslimah (completed) √

TWENTY FOUR

UMAR'S POV.
"Ya Salam! My baby looks so pale" my mum whispered with tears brimming the corner of her eyes.
I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at her. "Mummy! " I called softly stretching my hand. She held my hand gently and kissed it. She was still crying and that I didn't enjoy watching her do. I removed my hand from under her chin and used it to wipe her tears.
"How are you feeling baby" she asked sniffing.
"Alhamdulillah Mummy. I'm just fine excluding my legs that aches but apart from that, I'm fine" I replied putting on a fake smile. To be sincere, I'm terribly sick. It's been three weeks since the accident and so far, no progress have been made.
Although, I regained consciousness a week ago but I can't say I'm feeling any better. My head aches constantly, broken arm and broken legs and also my stiff body. Ya Rabb! I still can't thank God enough for saving my life. We were four that got involved in the auto crash but I was the only person that survived. Two of them died instantly and the other died two days after.
I closed my eyes as I drew circles on mummy's hand when Amma and her parents came in. The wedding has been moved because of my health condition. I opened my eyes slowly smiled when I sighted Minal who has concern and worry written all over her face. That day! The day I would never forget. The day I regained. consciousness. She was the only person with me and she was the first person I saw and spoke to after being unconscious for two weeks.

*Flashback*

I opened my eyes slowly and groaned in pain. "Ya Salam" I said drawing her attention towards me. She was on the prayer mat reciting the Glorious Quran. "Minal" I called her name softly and she quickly looked up with shock written all over her face.
"Umar" she said closing the Quran. She rushed towards me and held my hands. "Umar! How are you feeling? Do you remember me? " she asked not giving me a chance to answer. I stared at her as tears started to form in her eyes before the doctors came  in and she was forced to leave.

Later that night, I stared at the ceiling wondering where on earth she was. Since she left earlier in the afternoon, I haven't seen or heard from her. Two days later, Amma came to visit and words couldn't explain how disappointed I was. Is this the lady I am going to Wed? I kept asking myself. She sat on the chair next to my bed and was chatting. She wasn't bothered about my health condition. She gave me the I don't care attitude.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

The only person I know who really cared about my health condition and was always with me apart from Mummy, my sister, Amma's father, Al-Amin and his parents is Minal. The text messages, delicious dishes and the flowers made me fall deeply in love with her.
"Sit up so you can eat something " the voice of my mum brought me back to reality. I looked up at her and smiled. "I'm not hungry mum. I'll eat later" I said squeezing her hand.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to call Minal and tell her to give these food out. She spent hours making them so I wouldn't want the effort to waste" she said reaching out for her phone.
I quickly sat up and grabbed her hand.

"Please don't mummy. I'll eat only if you'll feed me" I said pouting.

"I wonder when you'll grow up Faruk "she said as she wiped the plate with a napkin. "Only when you stop calling me baby" I replied as the pain in my leg worsened.

The call of the Adhan woke me up from my slumber. I rubbed my eyes and sat up as Al-Amin entered the room. It was time for him to take over from mum.

"How are you feeling" he asked sitting beside me.

"I'm getting better" I replied grabbing his phone.

"Well, you have to pray first before you freshen up. I wouldn't want Minal to see you in this state" he said rubbing his thick black beards.

"Who told you she's coming? When she hasn't visited in days" I replied biting my bottom lip. It's do obvious she's already tired of me. She doesn't visit me like she used to. She doesn't call to ask how I feel. Although, I know I don't have one but if she really cares, then she would contact me through my mum or Al-Amin.

"I just have a feeling she'll arrive. And hey! It's not just a feeling, it's a strong one so its left for you to decide. " he replied.
I looked at him, then down to what I was wearing. Just a vest and a short. "Nah! Not presentable" I thought.
He helped me perform my Wudhu and after observing my Salat, he washed me up and I changed into a black T-shirt and a pair of Blue Jeans.

"Masha Allah. You look good. Amma is going to go crazy" he stated.

"Amma?!" I asked hoping I didn't hear him well. "Yup. You know she would definitely come if Jiddah's coming right?"

My mood instantly changed and I silently hoped she wouldn't come along. It's so obvious she isn't interested in me and Alhamdulillah, that I'm happy of.

"Assalamu alaikum " the voice of her angelic voice echoed through the room. I opened my eyes quickly and watched as she majestically approached to where I was. The closer she got, the more nervous I got. Ya Salam! I can't help the fact that I'm madly in love with this girl.

"Yup. You know she would definitely come if Jiddah's coming right?" Al-Amin's voice echoed in my mind. I shifted my gaze from her and then fixed it at the entrance. After starring for few seconds, I let out a satisfied sigh. She came alone.

"How are you feeling Ya Faruk" she asked sitting on a plastic chair beside my bed.

"Alhamdulillah Minal. How are you?" I asked grinning sheepishly. "I'm fine Ya Faruk. I'm only bothered about you." she replied calmly.

Ya Rabb. How these words washed away the dried pains in my heart. She cares for me and it's so obvious the feelings I have for her is mutual.

Al-Amin joined us and we spent hours having fun before he brought up Amma's topic.

"Wallahi Faruk I still find it very hard to believe Amma is the woman you're about to wed." He started. "She's the exact opposite of what you deserve. You've been in the hospital for almost a month hut I can count the number of times she visited. Moreover, its not as if her visits means but still" he added ending his sentence with a hiss.

"Can we not talk about this. I mean not now I said rolling my eyes. I glanced at Minal who looked uncomfortable and was glad when Al-Amin agreed to change the topic not until he asked Minal about Nasir.

" On the scale of 1-10, how much do you love him" he asked her smirking. I fixed my gaze on her waiting for her reply. "Does she even like him talk less of love?" I asked myself. Even if she has to pick, it should be 2 or 3 at least even if she doesn't like him, he's her brother in Islam.
"8" she replied after what seemed like forever. I turned my head around and started to gasp for air. Did she just say 8? I asked my self.

"No. It's possible she did t mean it. She just said it for saying sake" the voice in my head said. I was about to believe when our gazes met and Ya Salam! She looked so serious. It's so obvious she likes him. Does that mean I've been wasting my time all these while? I asked myself.

 
Hey strawberries 🍓!  I'm back again.  Once again,  I apologize for taking so long to update.  I promise it won't repeat itself and for those who have been asking,  I'm feeling much better Alhamdulillahi.    
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