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B.❤.B 2- The kind of chemistry never seen before.

*Farheen POV.*

I arrived in this town two days ago and the first thing that caught my eyes were, this amazing shoes in this shop. They were on a pedestal, they deserved pedestal. Ask me why I didn't find the city interesting, even thou it's my first time here. It's simple as, I live confined in a house, my whole like I was homeschooled and hardly go out.

All pink and gold details, with a ribbon on it! I really needed them for my first day to school. You heard me right; I can’t believe I'm actually going to study in a school like everyone else, have friends and teachers and be among people, mingle. I can't contain my emotions, of introverted I have nothing, I love aking friends. But most of them make online on wattpad, I'm a chronic reader. But in real life have no friends at all.

I'm finally going to put an end point to the solitude that my life is. Nobody said that living in the modern society with lots of prejudice is easy, but my family makes it sound like it's the hardest thing ever. It's impossible to make a journey without fallig prey to the many perils along the way. Allah will always put some dificulties along our way in order to test us. nd allah puts no burden beyond what one can bare.
They have been babysitting me forever. So when I'm not talking to Allah, I find myself in my closet talking to my shoes and bags and accessories. Boring life of mine, just got used to it.
I can't exactly complain that I haven't done anything productive with my days, I know by heart most of the Surats in the Quran, I refuel mayself with hadithes and new knowledge all the time. I have been eating books more than I could. On the bright side, my solo life has it's perks.But I believe there are many out there that have a busy social life and still are amazing muslims, I gotta learn how to balance that, because I want to be a lawyer, a practicing one.

I live in a massive house with my older brother and my father, my mother died when I was very young. The house is so huge that sometimes I can walk around and still not meet any of them. I have been in more countries than I can actually tell and speak many languages as well.

I enter my daddy's office. "Assalam Alleikum." I say in a smile.

"Walleikum Salaam." My dad greets back grinning at me, by the window he had his phone in his hand. "What a beautiful surprise." He says as I scan around the room with my eyes, it not very different from the offices in the other countries.

"What brings you here, my darling?" He asks curiously, I didn't tell him I was going to his office or else I would get only an excuse and stay at home alone the whole day.

"I want to know where my dad hides the whole day. What is so amazing about this office that can keep you in the whole day?"

"I would say 'work' keeps me here." He shrugs, do every other dad work as much as my dad or it's just my dad? I'm left with a question mark everytime I start to think imagine how other kids live.

"I wish I could be work, so that you would pay that much attention to me." I say throwing myself in his chair and spinning on it.

"You are a piece of work yourself." He says after a chuckle. Right, what work do I give? Sit at home and study.

"Do you want to have lunch with me?" He asks. It's like a miracle, I should check outside, it will probably rain just because he decided to get sometime for me.

"I would love to, but..." I says trying to be persuasive. "I need to go shopping for clothes, I can't go on my first day to college looking like a homeless."

"Don't exaggerate." My dad says laughing. "If you donated your wardrobe you could dress a whole country."

"How do you know if you have never been there?" I try. He has never been there, but his bank card knows many online shops. Sometimes I do it because I'm bored. And because I want his attention. "Even so, I had to leave back half of my clothes, because you said it was a lot. And you promised I would buy new ones."I say and my dad sighs shaking his head and hands me a credit card.

"Thank you, my best dad." I say kissing him on the cheek and take it.

"Are you going already?" He asks on seeing me marching to the door.

"I have very little time, see you at lunch." I say before hurrying outside.

I arrive to the shop and it had just opened, but already full. Of course, sale!

I look at my shoes and they are there waiting for me.

Everything goes in slow motion as I go towards them. The shoes smiled at me, we have that kind of chemistry never seen before.
I look up and see that this girl in a red hijab is moving towards the shoes. Looking ate bae, hey nobody looks at bae like that. How dare she? On top of that she eyes me as if saying that the shoes are hers, I frown like 'No ways it is yours, I saw it first.'

'I saw it first' she tells me.

I smirk at her like. 'Girl, you are crazy and your hijab is horrible.'

'How dare you say that? You flavorless shawarma.'

'I will be a flavorless shawarma with those pinkies on my feet.' Ok, maybe that conversation was only going on in my pretty fertile mind... I start walking fast towards and she also starts walking fast.

I start jogging and she also starts jogging.

I jump I grab the shoes and she is also grabbing it. "Excuse me, I saw it first." I say in a polite manner, but she had to start laughing on my face before Tsk-tsking.

"No you didn't. I ran four blocks just for this shoes." She says as if I care. She could have crossed the ocean, I'm still taking them.

"I don't care." I says as I pulls the shoes my side.

"Neither do I." She says and I eye her as she eyes me back. My Allah, Couldn't I find nice people. I'm already starting to hate people. I don't want to jump to conclusion, but I pretty much hate people right now.
I mentally take a deep breath... A believer is patient and does not act like an ignorant people. He's tolerant  and does not oppress his opponent, when others act miserable towards him, a believer perseveres.
Keep Calm, Farheen, Keep calm.

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