Good reflection✔️

Chapter 22

Rasheed's POV
"What the hell did you just do!" I shouted slamming the door shut the moment I entered the house. My aunt took her hijab off of her annoyingly and turned around to face me, placing a hand on her hip.

"What do you think I just did? I saved a Poor girl from getting her self with someone like you." She rolled her eyes and turned around to head to the stairs.

"Why the f*** would you do that! How am I supposed to be with her now?" I asked angrily, throwing my arms in the air.

"Change! Be a man! Work for something you want in life!" She shouted for the last time before she continued going up the stairs. She entered her room and slammed her door room shut loudly.

What am I supposed to do now? "F***!!!"

Reema's POV

"Baba please. I'm pretty sure there's an explanation. Don't judge him by what happened." I said, while trying my best to calm my dad down. He's been passing around the living room angrily about the fact that he has allowed a guy like Rasheed to step foot on his porch and ask for his daughters hand. As well as the fact that I would ever be interested in a guy like him.

"No he is not!" He shouted and turned around to face me. "All Arab guys that live here in America forget their traditions and culture! It was my fault to begin with to let him into my house!" He said, running his hands through his hair frustratingly.

"Stop it baba! Why do you have to be so judge mental?!" I shouted back, throwing my arms in the air. I knew I was being disrespectful right now, but I couldn't handle it any longer. As much as I am mad at Rasheed for what I found out about him today, I will still not allow my dad to judge him. Because at the end of the day, no one is perfect. "People go through stuff. The shaytan(devil) is stronger than we think he is, and we all realize that when we commit a sin we have never expected to do. Even Allah has said that you will sin over and over again in your life, but you have to repent. Everyone does mistakes baba!" I shouted the last word with force. My dad right now was staring right through me eyes, it's like he was listening to every single word I was saying carefully. "Didn't you make mistakes when you were younger baba? Doesn't everyone mistake and mess up their life in their teenage years?" My mom walked towards my dad and placed a hand on his shoulder to sooth him. I released a breathe I didn't realize I was holding and I closed my eyes, shaking my head slowly. " I think I've said enough tonight. Tesba7u 3la 5er (good night)" I said lastly.

I turned around and fast walked up the stairs towards my room. I immediately took off the dress I was wearing, as well as my hijab, tossing them on the floor carelessly. I turned off the lights in my room and snuggled under my sheets. The moment I got in a comfortable position, the tears began to poor out of my eyes.

I was mad. I thought I was only mad at my dad but I figured out that I should be mad at Rasheed as well. Why hasn't he told me that he smokes or drinks? Why haven't I knew about any of this at all but now?

My brain was hurting from how much I was thinking. I didn't know how long that lasted, but I started to feel the heaviness in my eyes. Eventually, sleep gradually began to take over my whole body...

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Hey guys! Long time, I know and I'm so so sorry. I have been so busy and I never had time to start writing again. However, I finally took sometime out of my busy life to post a chapter for you guys! It isn't long but I will post a new chapter as soon as possible again and I promise that. It won't take a year like last time lol. Please vote and comment. I love it when you guys comment on my story, it really warms my heart. Also, please share this story with your friends if you can. Or if possible, place it in your reading list for other readers to see it! Thank you so much guys! ☺️❤️