Converting to Islam

Chapter 3

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Now without further ado, Chapter 3!

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For a moment all I do is stand still and gawp at him, trying to process the words he just said.

Me move in with Tyler? I can’t imagine it. It would be too awkward. What happened to waiting until we marry? What if we sleep in the same bed? What if we do 'it'? I intend on staying a virgin until marriage.

Once Tyler leaves I hurry inside the house and demand answers from my mother. She sits in the hall, watching a drama on our TV. I stand in front of her, so she can only see me.

"Tyler told me. Why would you agree?"

"Oh hunny, I just wanted you two to get going on with your lives already. What’s so wrong with that? I mean I think being together 2 years is enough. Besides, if you start living together you will bond more so the marriage can take place successfully!

"Mum I'm only 21! Why do you want to get rid of me so quickly?"

"Amber! Why are you always so negative? I agreed to this because this marriage is the best for you and your family and the sooner you marry the sooner you become happy."

"You mean the sooner YOU become happy!" I shout these words in her face and swiftly climb the stairs just before I slam the door to my room shut.

Immediately I feel guilty.

I shouldn’t have shouted at her like that. It’s just that...it’s just... I feel like she’s just using me - just using me to get to her precious money. Why can’t she think for once what’s best for me?

Then again maybe I am thinking this too much. I guess I just need a little sleep. I’ll think of this tomorrow...

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I am in a small room. It is icy cold. It gets colder. So cold that the cold swallows me. I fall into hole as I claw and claw to get out. I cry and cry. Tyler is standing there, along with Mum, Lucy, Rebecca, Dad and others that I know. They look at me. No matter how many times I cry, they never move an inch. They never help me...

Help me...

Help...

HELP!

The ring of my alarm awakes me from the terrible images running through my head. I open my eyes like a spring to see the comforting sight of my bedroom. I breathe in relief. This is not the first time I have nightmares. I have it every night. I guess I'm used to it already.

It’s been quite a while since Tyler told me the plan. Tyler and I are expected to move in together today. We are living in a very expensive house bought by Tyler's dads that’s near our university. 

My suitcase is packed. Tyler comes in his red Ferrari, with me standing at the front door of my home with my suitcase in my hand. Hugs and kisses are exchanged with my parents, and then I leave.

Every second in Tyler’s car that makes the distance between me and my house greater, makes me scrunch my face in anxiety. Tyler tries to brighten my mood. It’s not working.

A doubt suddenly crosses my mind; would Allah, who is the God of Islam, accept this? I think I read somewhere that there shouldn’t be relationships between guys and girls before marriage. At that time I was thinking it was too strict. However after a while I realized that isn’t it just for our own good? I mean a relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend is only temporary, since they’re not married, which means that it’s not true love. So why would you waste your innocence bonding with people that are insignificant to your life as a whole?

Then again, I’m not even sure about Islam. It'll be alright... I was thinking about buying a translated version of the Quran though so I can learn more about it.

I am interrupted from my thoughts when Tyler presses the breaks in front of the most beautiful house I’ve ever lived in. A straight path cuts through the trimmed grass that spreads across the lawn. It leads to the front door, which on either side has 2 pots of fully blossomed flowers. It’s so beautiful that I take a moment just to admire it.

Finally Tyler ushers me in. Inside is incredible; an enormous hall, decorated with a small delicate Persian carpet in the centre of the room, the walls have the colour of gold with silver flower patterns. It looks so fancy with silver coloured furniture that all seem to match perfectly. A staircase leads to upstairs, without hesitation Tyler grabs my hand and pulls me up to the second floor.

"The toilet is over there, an extra room for guests is there, the study room is here, and finally: our bedroom." He points to a luxurious bedroom, with a huge double bed right in the middle, covered with gold bed sheets.

For a moment I am thrilled, but then the thought occurred to me; surely Tyler doesn’t mean that we are both sleeping in the same bed? I thought I’d get a separate room. We start unpacking our suitcases and settling in. It’s silent for a while when Tyler brings up a conversation.

"Hey you know next week there’s a party at Lucy’s house?"

What? How come I didn’t know? Whatever, I hate parties anyways.

"So you’re planning on going?" I ask uninterestedly.

"What do you mean? She’s like your best friend you have to go! Guess what... I even got something special for you that you can wear at the part."

Tyler pulls out a dress from his suitcase and holds it towards me so I can see. I gasp. My hand reaches out for the silky red material. It’s a beautiful strapless dress that goes down to above my knees. It looks nice.

But it wouldn’t on me.

"Sorry Tyler but no. I’m not wearing that."

"Why?" He exclaims as I roll my eyes, "It’ll look sexy!"

I groan, thrusting the dress into his chest. Tyler looks hurt. Suddenly, he grabs hold of my arm and draws me close to him so my body is tight against his.

"Come on, this is not the Ami I used to know."

The Ami he used to know? Is he talking about that Amber who cares only about parties and having fun? Is that really what he loves about me? How pathetic.

I’m just about to push him away when he suddenly pushes me down onto the bed. I am trapped by his arms, his green eyes looking lustfully at me. His well built body is tempting and his warm touch makes me want more of it.

That’s when I realize how wrong this is.

"Now that we're alone...time to have some fun," He whispers into my ear and bites on it. I suddenly want to scream - I feel that someone’s watching us.