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Prayers can help

Those pics are the dresses Romaisa described!
NOW ONTO THE CHAPTERRRR

*doesn't ride on anything because for some reason everything dies when this author sits on them*

Abbas pov:

I run my hands through my hair, rain water flicking everywhere as I lock the door behind me. Sharing an apartment with Osama gives you many surprises. Like how he has pots of flowers, blooming brightly, surrounding his balcony. Or how he never has any spoons in his drawers, only forks.

I haven't had contact with him for about three months and when he first called me, I was happier than a baby receiving candy.

"Osama?" I call out as I head towards the living room. The apartment wasn't small at all, it was like a house but only no stairs. "I'm in the bathroom, be out in a sec." He says back from down the hall.

I sit down onto the sofa and pick at a satin on my jeans. When did I eat ketchup? Sighing I turn on the t.v and switch thought the various channels. Settling on spongebob, I lean back making myself comfortable for what was ahead.

"So did you tell her?" Osama says coming into the living room with only sweat pants on. A towel is up in his hair drying it off. He sits down onto the recliner, throwing the towel over his broad shoulder.

He was always the big guy, while I was that small tag along. Over the years I did however develop some muscles to you know, impress those ladies. Astaghfirullah. I mean impress my self.

I nod slowly and he leans more onto the edge, "so? Does she understand? Do you think she'll give me another chance?" I look into the dark brown eyes of my brother and smile sadly. His eyes are so expecting and vulnerable right now, but deep down you can see the specks of anger and hurt.

It kills me to say this, "Osama..sh-she's getting married to another." I watch as his eyes darken more than ever and his fists curl up. I stand up as he pulls onto his hair really hard.

"Motherfu**ker. I lost my chance. I-I won't, I can't fu**in," he bends down as if all the energy in him has vanished. I go up to him, my worry leaking out of me.

Ya Allah, "Osama, Osama! Listen to me! You're okay! I swear I know a lot of females Osama!"

He pulls out of my grasp, still breathing hard he says, "n-no! There's nothing left for me Abbas! Why don't you understand that? Sh-she was special alright?!" He gasps out looking around frantically, "sh-she had a laugh that just pulled me in, her speech, her way of talking! An-and those eyes Abbas, they're the exact shade.." He says sitting back down.

"Osama, listen to me. You sound like your obsessed with her, and trust me wallahi I'm telling you she's not worth it." I lie about the last part trying to reassure my brother, I love him too much to see him this way.

He looks up into my eyes and it's the first time I see them brimmed with I shed tears, "I don't know what to do....I don't know.."

"Hey look it's isha time...want to come to the mosque with me?" I ask hopefully, when we were young before our mother passed, she always took us to the mosque. Our father too engrossed into his work usually prayed there. After she left us, both of them stopped. I had nothing to do, no one to turn to except Allah. I found my peace at the mosque and I always will. If Osama could just do the same.

He shakes his head fast, "no, no, I-I got something to do. I'll see you later." With that he throws on a nearby shirt and puts his jacket on. Slamming the door after him, I wince at the sound.

Sighing I go and do my wudu and head back out into the night, rushing to make the prayer in time. Tonight...I need a lot of help from Allah, the one that's always there for me.

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Romaisa's pov:

I throw off my hijab, happy to finally let my hair out. Brushing it out, I frown at how the top part of it is flat and the last normal. I'll take a shower later.

The chattering of my family downstairs puts me at ease, after hearing what Abbas said earlier this evening, I realized how blessed I am to have a loving, paying attention family. You never notice these little things in life until you hear about others.

Sitting up I unbuckle my prosthetic leg and frown. It's a stub. An ugly stub. What is Asher thinking? I'm not complaining, but man will he get a turn off when he sees this.

Shaking my head inhale deeply staring up at my ceiling from where I'm laying on my bed. Shiza and I had found a really nice dress shop an decided to try to find us dresses for the engagement. Since the wedding, Asher will choose. I'm getting to ahead of myself, he could break the engagement off any time for all I know.

After minutes of scrounging, Shiza found the perfect dress for herself. It was peach coloured. With the chest are all in silver linings. It came at an amazing price, so she purchased it. We looked around for a dress for me, and after countless minutes the lady working there came up to us. She lead us to the corner where the most gorgeous dress that I've ever seen lay hanging. It was a light blue colour with golden and silver works, the bust was absolute gorgeousness as it continued all the way towards the sleeves.

Looking towards it now I smiled to myself. The engagement is in about six days and I know I'm all cool about it and all right now, but come the day...I'm going to be hyperventilating.

We're going to have it at our local mosque with just our aunts and uncles and their kids...which is actually a lot of people. Considering each pair has about a billion kids.
Instead of putting my leg back on, I grabbed the one arm cane and headed to the washroom. Brushing my teeth I forgot all about that shower I was going to have and leaped straight back into bed. I'll start bathing when I have somebody to impress.

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HEY GUYS! So this was sort of a filler, sort of not, anyways uh I have an authors note coming up like right after I finish this sentence which would be like uh now?

Oh and guys you don't have to read the following but if you want to go ahead. In the way previous chapters some readers mentioned that another book had the same character names as mine; Roamisa and Asher, and wallah, wallah, wallah I didn't copy, I haven't even read the book you guys mentioned! So I just wanted to clear that up and if the author of the other book believes that I stole her character names well she's not getting any cookies!

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