Makeup,Hijabs and Love

Hiding something

"Thankyou Amanda , please make sure you lock my office and look after the key!"

"Sure Misses Hussain and don't worry i will lock your office"

With that I smiled and picked up my bag and walked out of My building.Sometimes I wonder how i became so succesful with this amazing job that Allah has blessed me with.

Alhamdulilah

I walked over to the parking lot and waited for Yousaf.My Annoying brother. His car is red and very small I don't know why he loves that car so much , it's not even practical.His brain must be messed up for sure.

After A very long time...

Aah Yousaf there he is! He drove up into the parking lot and opened the automatic door.

"Salaam Hibi,How was your day!" he said with a cheeky grin on his face.

"wasalaam , it was okay and why are you looking at me with that freaky smile?".

"oh... Nothing just get in the car already Safah wants to show you something".Replied with a stupid smirk.Safah my 13 year old sister , kind of annoying but really not that much as Yousaf.

Rolling my eyes i carefully pitched up my dress and held it so it wouldn't get tangled with the car and stepped in.I slammed the door and fastened my seatbelt.

The car journey from work to home was only 15 minutes without traffic.I pulled out my paperwork from my bag and started filling in new ideas for my products.My Brand name is 'Emotion'.

Weird i know but Ahmed said it was a good name for a makeup brand so i stuck to it and now Cheryl cole has purchased over 50 items.Thanks to him I'm Rich.

"oh.." i sighed out loud.Remebering that Awkward moment in the morning.Whats up with guys first it's Ahmed acting all weird and then it's Yousaf and his Cheekyness.

Boys will be boys.

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I slumped down onto the sofa and pulled out a magazine. Safah was staring at me intently. Really?

What is it with everyone staring at me? Ya Allah help me!

"What?" I screeched meanly.

"Baji (sister) your so beautiful , I'm going to miss you." She replied laughing while drinking coke.

okay so wait... Hold up. Why is she talking to me like i'm about to die??

"Oh My Gosh Safah tell me what is it?' I begged with Annoyance in my voice.

Her face suddenly became serious when Ummi walked in and took a seat opposite from me.My Mum then called Yousaf in. Are we having a family meeting?

Everyone had their eyes fixed on me. Honestly if looks could kill , I would be dead by now.

Moaning "What is it? Look i Know your hiding something so could you all please tell me?".

My mother the spoke with a serious tone in her voice

"Oh Hibah , I remeber when you were so young and pure- You were the light in your Dad's eyes" Her voice breaking at the end.

No... Why did she have to talk about Dad? I hate that topic it feels as if someone is repeatedly punching my heart.I can't bear it when i hear someone talk about him. Tears were forcing to come out my lids. but i refused to let them ... well my mascara would smudge!

Ring Ring

I reached into my bag , with everyone watching me it was difficult. I Pulled out my i phone with it's pink sparkly case and without checking the caller ID I answered it.

"Hello" I mumbled into the speaker.

"Hey , it's me Hibah is it okay if i come round like now?" A familiar voice burst into my ear.

Oh... Now he is going to make it more Awkward by staring at me like every body was already doing! Without thinking I told him it was okay to come over, and i hung up. I switched off my phone and slipped it back in my bag.

"Who was it?" Yousaf blurt out.

"Ahmed , he's coming round now" i said with anger edging into my voice.

Oh Allah , please help me control my anger in front of the people that i love.

"Safah , Go put the kettle on I think it's time we tell Hibah". Ummi broke the silence while looking to the floor.

Okay what ever it was that they are hiding they are about to tell me.Just please tell me already...

Ahmed's POV

My Heart was thudding in my chest as I rushed to find my car keys.My car.I know HIbah likes me a lot more because of the car that i have.My bugatti veyron is everything to me i love that thing to bits.But someone else is first on my list of things i absoloutley love.She's amazing,pretty,funny,bubbly and is my best friend...Hibah.

I Love her.That woman is my everything my life my future.Loads of girls fall for me but I know they don't love me for who I am thay just love me because of my wealth and looks.

I grabbed my leather jacket and put it on quickly.I know Hibah likes me in this jacket.Earlier today she was staring at it intently so I got to wear it!

I started the engine and turned the ignition on.I drove to HIbah's house. Her mum,Yousaf and I have already had a chat while Hibah was at work.They agreed as soon as i stated my feelings for her.

You see , I don't just have a crush on HIbah since 9th grade (yep that long and I'm now...23!) It's just how much of a practicing muslimah she is and how strong her faith and trust in Allah is. She keept her family upright when her Dad died.I Mean i'm a good muslim too , I pray ,give speeches in the mosques and help the poor , but I feel Hibah can make me stronger.

My heart was now pounding in my chest as i thought of the worst senarios in my head.

What if she does'nt feel the way i feel for her?

What if she hates me?

What if they change their mind?

I parked the car in her massive driveway.Sweat was trickling down my back as I locked the car and walked up to the front door. Deep breaths , Ahmed Calm down it will be alright.

I ruffled my hair up one last time and pressed the doorbell...