Ayesha's POV
I can't take this anymore. I need fresh air. My head is boiling. I walked out of the hotel room and slammed the door shut. I walked on the same path Kaab and I strolled on yesterday.
We got home around four and when I asked Kaab what he wanted to eat he wouldn't answer. Frustrated I walked off, how is it my fault I am not ready to wear the hijab? Is this really that big of a problem that now my husband isn't talking to me? Ya Allah am I really in the wrong? Maybe Allah doesn't love me either? Should I wear the hijab? With all these questions clouded in my head I didn't realise I had walked into an unknown alley way. I tried finding my way back when someone grabbed my wrist and covered my mouth.
It was a man. To be honest because of the previous events of the day I wasn't scared, I was annoyed.
"How dare you try to keep her away from me." He whispered dangerously close to my ear.
I kicked his legs and he stumbled back a bit. I beat him with the minimal strength I had, before I realised Kaab found me and started punching the man. Seeing his face made made me so much more angry.
I walked without trying to find out if Kaab would be ok.
I don't care.
I opened the door of the hotel room and grabbed my phone. I quickly dialled her number and pressed the call button.
"Hi-"
"Shut up Gabby and just listen to me."
"Ok-"
"He... he... aaaah..." I gathered all my anger and just spilled it through the phone. Finally after my explosion she spoke.
"Ayesha, Ayesha calm down, take deep breaths. And now explain to me what actually happened."
So I explained every little detail to her and by the end I felt a little bit better.
"He doesn't understand Gabby."
"Ok Ayesha, here is what you are going to do. You are going to stay calm when you see him. Just sit down and talk to him. If he starts yelling and starts getting angry you keep your cool. And I am not telling you to apologise because I know absolutely none of this was your fault. But just talk to him and see where this goes."
I took in everything she said and with a cooler mind I ended the call.
I turned around and saw Kaab entering the room.
"You wouldn't have been in that situation if you had listened to me." Everything that Gabby had just told me flew out the window.
"You are unbelievable Kaab. I didn't expect something like this from you." I walked off not bothering to hear what he said.
And like that the whole evening we threw comments at eachother. Whether it be yelling across the hotel or muttering under our breath.
And I think in a way this was helpful because by the time we had dinner we both were mute, we had nothing else to say. And maybe it was just me, maybe I was getting ahead of myself, but Kaab looked a little different, like there was just a tinge of guilt in his eyes and posture.
Despite all the events of the day, that night I still waited, I waited for him to take me into his arms, like he does every night, because to be honest just like he can't sleep without me, I can't sleep without him either. I wasn't fully asleep when Kaab had hugged me last night aswell. Kaab does some weird things to my heart.
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Ayeshas POV
The car ride to the airport the followong morning was silent. Even as we entered the airport and went through the customs there was no communication except for small answers like "yes" and "ok"
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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...