Ayesha's POV
"What happened Kaab?" I asked again. He took my hand that was on his cheek in his own and held it.
He finally started talking.
"Look Ayesha, Aunty Laaiqah, she is a very, uhhh, let's just say loves Allah SWT a lot."
I was about to say something when he interrupted me.
"Just let me speak, and then you can say all you want in the end." I stayed silent.
"Don't get me wrong, she is a wonderful lady and super nice but she is a little judgy. She is the one who convinced Haadiya to start wearing the hijab, with a little bit of taunting. I'm not saying she was forced, because Haadiya loves wearing it now. So I wanted to ask you a favour." He looked straight into my eyes and pleaded.
"Please Ayesha, just for tomorrow wear a hijab. Just so Aunty won't taunt you."
I slipped my hand out of his. Instantly a million thoughts and memories rushed through my head. The teasings of Badia and Cantara. The looks of society.
"Kaab, I, I don't want to overreact and I don't think I am overreacting, but why so suddenly? Wait are you-" I was going to say are you ashamed of me when he cut me off.
"No no no, Ayesha it's nothing like that. It's just I don't want anyone saying anything harsh to you."
"Kaab I would never lie about my faith." I said softly
"Ayesha please, you're not lying, you're just protecting yourself." I couldn't believe this was Kaab.
"Kaab what has gone wrong with you. You're the one who always stood up with me. Remember in uni. You were the one who told me not to let myself get bullied."
"Ayesha please." His tone went a few tones up.
"Why are you getting so mad?"
"Because Aunty Laaiqah, I love her and I don't want her to think... I don't know Ayesha just listen to me this once."
"Kaab I love you, and yes I would do anything for you, but I will not lie about my emaan like this, without any proper reason."
"Ayesha! Why don't you realise that I am trying to protect you."
"Kaab why is this such a big problem anyways. Why are you yelling at me like that. This is just stupid."
"Ayesha-"
"Kaab this is my final decision."
"You are so stubborn. So be it." He stormed out of the room and I just stood there dumbfounded.
What was that. Why is this something we are even arguing about. It isn't a big deal. The man I thought I could accomplish anything with, who wouldn't care what I wore or didn't, today turned his back on me. It didn't know what to feel, I was confused, sad, angry but most of all disappointed.
I moved out of the spot where I was standing and went to the bathroom. I did my wudhu and prayed isha, all the while making a silent prayer to Allah SWT to make things right again.
I sat on the round couch and waited for him to come back. I don't know when he did because before he walked into the room I had already fallen asleep.
Kaabs POV
I walked back into the room about an hour later and saw everything was the same. The lights were switched on and the tinfoil from the kebabs was still on the bed. I thought ayesha was in the bathroom but when I walked further into the hotel I discovered she was on the couch, sleeping.
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Destinies Choice
SpiritualAyesha is your average 22 year old muslimah who goes to University. A muslimah who doesn't wear a hijab. All her life she has been asked the same question " Where is your hijab?" She got bullied since she was 10 by her so called sweet cousins Badia...