The Perks of Being a Hijabi

Chapter Three

The next day was a Saturday so I didn't have to go through a day of seeing Hussen. So basically a day where I don't feel guilty for getting married to someone else other than Hussen. I walked downstairs to eat breakfast, Asim, Baba, and Ummi were already at the table and in the process of eating their breakfast.

"Sabahill Noor hubibit!" Ummi smiled at me.

"Sabahill Khair Ummi." I answered gloomily.

"What is the matter daughter?" Baba looked at me worriedly.

"Nothing Baba." I lied, I looked down and silently prayed to Allah for forgiveness. In reality I was thinking nonstop about Hussen.

"Zainub, how would you like to meet your future husband later today?" Ummi patted my leg under the table as she spoke.

"I guess, it won't hurt to know who this man is." I mumble back.

My soon to be husband would be coming around 3 o'clock. So I decide to go to Samia's house until 2 o'clock. When I get to Samia's house she asked me why I'm looking so sad. I tell her about everything, what me and Hussen spoke about, my mysterious marriage proposal. And all Samia does is listen, she is such a good friend and a good listener Mashallah!

"Wait! let me get this straight. You're getting married and you don't know who the heck the man is?" I nod my head glumly. Before Samia says anymore my phone rings, it's Ummi.

"Asalamualakum Ummi, do you want me to come home now?" my mother answers me with a yes.

"Okay bye Samia," I wave goodbye to Samia as she sympathetically waves back.

When I get home Ummi rushes me I to my room to choose what I shall wear.

"How about this hubibti?" Ummi holds up a pearl white maxi dress with a brown belt.

"It's umm... beautiful." I answer, and I end up wearing that maxi dress. by the time I'm done getting ready it's already 3 o'clock, I hear the doorbell ring and my heart/stomach do summer salts.

"Open the door Zainub." Baba encourages me by lightly pushing me toward the front door. I reluctantly open the door.

"Asalamuala-" I look at the person standing in front of my door, I blink a few times to see if I'm dreaming. Nope I'm not dreaming. The man that is standing outside my door with his parents is the same man that couldn't get out of my mind. Hussen.

"Asalamualakum Zainub!" Hussen smirks at my stunned face. I open the door wider to let him and his family inside.

"Oh hubibti! You look just beautiful!" The woman who must be Hussen's mother embraces me.

We all sit down, Hussen next to his mother and father and me next to Ummi and Baba.

"Hussen Mohammed would like to take your daughter's hand in marriage Inshallah, do you, Najma Ahmed and Omar Ahmed approve of this marriage?" Hussen's father beams at his so with a proud smile.

"Na'am, yes we approve this marriage." Baba smiles at me kindly.

"Now let us let Hussen and Zainub talk it out." Hussen's mother gestures toward upstairs. I get up from the couch and walk to the stairs.

"Come on," I say shyly to Hussen. He follows me upstairs and into my room.

"Amazing isn't it?" Hussen looks at me.

"What? What's amazing?" I ask.

"That when I first saw you I instantly fello in love, it was truly love at first sight." Hussen chuckles to himself and sits on my bed making himself comfortable. "Did you fall in love when you saw me?"

Oh gosh, what do I say to that?!

"Yes, I did fall in love with you right away." Hussen chuckles at my words.

"So will you accept my proposal?" Hussen sits up and looks intently at my facial expressions.

"Yes. I want to accept this proposal." he beams at me.

'Let's go tell the the news then."Hussen and I walk down the stairs together.

"What did you say Zainub?" Ummi asks giddily,

"I said yes," I look at Hussen. "I accepted Hussen's marriage propoasal."