Not a typical Muslim story.

Starings and glarings .

Ayath's POV :

Waking up to find yourself in someone else's room is weird. I look to my side to find a peaceful looking Ahmed sleeping and his arms are around which makes it harder to get myself up. I run my hand through his hair . There was almost 30 min for fajr so I thought why not lay in the bed for a while. I switched the alarm off on my phone and was staring at my husband. Am I even ready to be a wife or did I do the right thing by marrying him. I still can't fathom why he said yes. It's not like I'm good person or anything like that but something inside says maybe he wanted to marry because of his grandfather. I brush those thoughts aside and look at Ahmed to find him looking back at me. 

"What were you thinking?" He asks and i tell him " Assalamu Alaikum warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu to you to" he replies and then tells me  to answer his question , I just shrug my shoulders and say nothing. I get out from his grip and make my way to the washroom . After making my ablution I ask Ahmed if he is going to join but he just shakes his head and tells me he is going to the masjid to pray . I pray tahajjud prayer since there was 5 minutes more for fajr. 

Ahmed comes out from the washroom after a quick shower with a only a towel tied around his waist and goes into the closet and get dressed into a white thobe. My husband sure does look hot in it . He comes closer to me and says " take a picture it lasts longer" and smirks while leaving a loving peck on my forehead and shouting out a salam from outside. 

It was time for fajr so I pray fajr and make dua to Allah.

سُبْحَنَ رَبِّنَآ إنَّا كُنَّا ظَلِمِينَSubhāna Rabbina inna kunna dhalimeen

Our Lord! we have indeed believed: forgive us, then, our sins, and save us from the agony of the Fire)
[surah Ali' Imran; 3:16]

لَّا إِلَهَ إِلَّا أَنتَ سُبْحَانَكَ إِنِّي كُنتُ مِنَ الظَّالِمِينَLa illaha illa Anta Subhanak, inni kuntu min adh-dhalimeen

(There is no God but You; Glory be to You, Truly I have been one of the wrongdoers)
[Surah al-Anbiyah, 21: 87]

Allah, let our marriage bring untold blessings to us individually, to our families and our children.

Allah, bless us with children who will be a source of great joy and happiness.

Allah, give us the love which you had blessed Muhammad (Sallalahu Alaihi Wassallam) with Khadija (R.A)

Ya Allah make us amongst those who are closest to you.

Ya Allah make me a wife who brings her husband closer to you and not away from you.

After making loads of Duas I take my Quran to start reciting.

I hear Ahmed making his way to the room and look up to see the time , it's almost 6:00. I finish the surah I started and found Ahmed looking at me . I figure that he has already changed into a tee and trouser. I get up from the prayer mat and keep it aside neatly and then go to the closet grab a dress . Before I head to the shower I ask Ahmed who is typing away in his laptop who's clothes are in the closet other that mine and he tells me that his mum and sisters got some stuff for me. I nod my head and take a shower and I still find Ahmed in his laptop .

 I quick wiped my hair and started blow drying it and carefully put it in a bun when Ahmed who was sitting in the couch a while go was right beside me removing my hair from its bun. I glared at him and all he did was pull me to him and hid  his face in my hair. I slapped his shoulders and put my hair in a bun though it has hard work since Ahmed didn't leave me from his embrace and kept tugging my hair. I wrapped the hijab purposely flipping my hijab ends to his face. I pulled away from his grasp while he just pouted. I took my phone and headed downstairs to help them make breakfast.

"Assalamu Alaikum warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu " i tell aunty and uncle . aunty who is sitting on the couch reciting while uncle is laying on her lap listening . They reply while  I just mutter Allahumma Barik Lahu. Aunty smiles at me and says " you should have slept darling , you must be tired " I shake my head and tell her that I'm not tired at all. I make my way to the kitchen to find Aida eating away a bunch of cookies. I tell her salams and she replies. I help her to set the tea and coffee for all. We carry the tray outside and I find everyone gathered in the living room just like at my place. I missed them already. I serve everyone and find a empty spot near aunty and one near Ahmed and I realized sitting near Ahmed would make it embarrassing so I went near aunty but before I could sit, Aida sat and smiled sheepishly. I walked towards Ahmed and sat beside him and sipped my coffee. Everyone was doing something or the other. 

Aunty is reading, uncle is typing away in his laptop like my husband is and Aida is on her phone.  Maryam is reading a magazine and Rashid is also working. The two bundle of joys are sleeping. Ahmeds Grandpa is walking around talking to someone and grandma is reciting. I thought it was the right time to talk to my family. I started texting Hamza first and then Zayed and then Hayaa bhabi. They started texting away and I wanted to talk to my mum so I excused myself and when towards the kitchen and started talking to my mum. We spoke about everything and anything and kept the phone . 

I found the maids setting up the table for breakfast  since it was already 8 so I helped them. Everyone was making their way towards the table and my seat was next to Ahmed's. The bundle of joys were up and Hakeem  came running to me . I helped him up and seated him comfortably on my lap. Maryam was totally against it cause she wanted me to be comfortable but I assured her I'm totally fine with it. Lalia came running to Ahmed and made herself comfortable. Ahmed's hand found its way to mine and he started playing with it I pulled it away and glared at him.

The breakfast went well the children were so well mannered. The  comments about how we would make great parents were embarrassing but the glint on his eyes when they mentioned about  it didn't go unnoticed by me .

That made me rethink everything about last night , what if he just agreed because he didn't want to argue on the first day of our marriage ?, what if he really wanted this ?. All I wanted to do  then was talk to him.

Another chapter .....

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