" Well that's wondeful news!! Bashar is practicing pharmacy you said?" reassured my dad."Yes Ebrahim Bhai. Bashar told me Thanzeela is a neurologist alhumdulillah." replied Bashar's father Khan Bhai.
My parents and Bashar's parents have officially met today over lunch and they have been talking for over 3 hrs.
My mom and Bashar's mom were in the kitchen discussing food rituals. " Oh so you make roti 3 times a week and sabzi for 2 days?" "Yes. And you said dal is noramally what you eat with rice correct?" "Yes, because Bashar loves dal."
"Ohhhh. Aey Thanzee!! Did you here your mother in law say? Your future husband loves dal. Learn to make it properly before the wedding ok?" my mother commanded as I passed the kitchen with a glass of water.
"Oh what's the rush? She is an independent woman with a job and needs to be successful. Let her do Babhi." Bashar's mom said.
"Thanks for understanding Auntie. It's not like I won't cook, it just takes time that's all. My mom is like that."
" ok ok. Just learn on time ok?" asked my mom. I said ok and left the women to continue their food talk.
I was walking around my house and found my sister and Bashar's sister Bushra talking about college and what they wanted to go into. I felt so old at that moment and nuanced over those days when the only things on my mind was school and college.
But life is all about changes so I sighed and kept walking.
I eventually made it to the backyard. It was the spring time with fresh morning rain and partly cloudy skies. Our cherry blossom tree was completely blossomed with petals on the ground. The air smelled like mist and dirt. As I was admiring nature, I was also looking for Bashar.
I found him on the phone with his best friend Leo.
" Yea bro I'm at my girlfriend's house right now. We just had lunch and our parents approved of us so that's awesome news. haha yea now she's more like my fiancée." He smiled as he saw me approaching with a smile. I noticed he had a gift bag in his hands.
" Alright Leo. I gotta go. Catch ya later? Take care. Bye." he hung up on him.
" So?" I began.
He chuckled and said back to me. "So what?"
We both laughed and he said, " Everything seems like a dream. Our parents. Us. This house. I can't believe it."
" Believe it. It's real and there is nothing anyone can do to separate us." I said as I pulled him into a kiss under the cherry tree and the blossoms were falling down on us with the wind's blow...
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God's Gift
RomanceThanzeela Ebrahim is an Indian American girl living the average middle class Indian life. She is not a believer of love at first sight, true love or any other fairy tale cliches. Even when she meets who she thinks is the love of her life, she doesn'...