My Confused Heart ♡

Twirling...Spiral

  The computer chair creaked as I slumped in it and my hand lazily landed on the mouse. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing cuz of the racket Nadir was doing;  he's been calling Shaista for dinner for a while now but missy has her nose in her books, like usual.

  My thoughts drifted to Ziyaad again. The questions of the afternoon started playing in my head again. I absent mindedly logged in my Gmail as I imagine Ziyaad in his blue jeans and black body top...standing infront of his blue motorcycle, he looked even hotter...his one hand clutched his helmet whilst the other ran through his hair...I was staring in his eyes as they glint...and I could hear him calling me: "Shaz!...Shazia..." and then suddenly it became loud: "SHAZIA!! SHAAAAAAAZ!!!" I stumbled in my chair as I realized it was my mom calling me repeatedly.  "Yes mom...yeah what happened? " i turned to face her in the kitchen from the living room. "Kala Nasreen called to let me know that Ziyaad picked up my parcel from Burnton today on his way back from work," mom informed me, "She asked us to come over for dinner tomorrow night when we go to get the parcel as she hasn't seen you in a while.  She says ever since you've been wearing hijaab,...". I cut her off and said: "But mom! You know I can't be talking to Ziyaad the way I used to cuz wearing hijaab isn't just on the head, it's who we talk to as well!" She placed the glasses on the dastakhaan (the mat we place on the floor to eat - like Nabi saw taught us) and replied in a soothing tone:"I know sweetie.  I support you in observing your hijaab properly.  I guess Kala Nasreen doesn't see the point of you wearing hijaab and barely talking to Ziyaad; she says it's not like you are going to marry her son...". Shaista walked in and started asking about what we are having for dinner. And mom got busy with dishing out the food.

  I turned back to my screen and saw couple of new e-mails.  Some junk, some forwards and ....who is this? Eager to find out I clicked on it quickly as I rubbed my eyes: dried contacts after a long day!

My head spun as I read on.

  "Assalaamualaykum wa rahmatullaahi wa barakaatuh.

To Ms. Shazia Kareem,

  Firstly I apologize for writing to you.  My name is Hamza Rassi. I'll make it as brief as possible:

  I saw you at the parking lot of Seeker's Garden.  I enquired about you and being pleased with what I heard, I thought of marriage.  Not wanting to make a fool of myself by going to your father right away,I thought it would be best if I ask you if you are interested in getting married.

  You are not obliged to reply. If you don't,  I will not go forward. If you do reply,  then I'll talk to your father and then we can meet and talk about us, our profession, and so on.

  May Allaah forgive me for writing to you. I just believe Allaah made me see for the right reason.

Fee amaanillaah "