A wrong decision (2014)

Next day

Another day and right now i am getting ready for school. Luckily today, I have first lesson free, gonna spend some time with friends. As I arrived at school all my friends as usual were waiting for me. We all went together to our classes to leave our bags. When we were leaving our class our supervisor told us that today our free lesson was gonna be in another room. It was called the Conference room (a room made for teachers to give information to large number of students) . We all went to the room actually it was better for us because we could converse more easily. All of us just gathered on a table, one of my dearest friend Zara sat next to me and we talked about our future. Everyone in the room was either laughing or just whispering to each other. Soon one of my supervisor Mr Omar (head of all grades for discipline) came in and started looking at us all. The room was suddenly very quiet. Everyone was scared of him. He was usually the one who gave punishments like suspension or detention. He quietly came to our table and said... "......which one of you is Faiza?"
I rose my hand and said....
"Sir,its me." He stared at me for a while and said...
"can you come out please i wish to have a word with you." I left the class with everyone just staring at me. Later i came back to the class to take my books from our table. All my friends asked me "what happened ?" I was told to go inside and not say a word. I went to my class picked up my bag and left to Mr Omar's office. I was given a note by Mr. Omar and my dad was waiting outside school for me.
"Sit quickly we have to leave for the airport..." thats all what i was told and i quickly reached home. My dad and I left for the airport, we reached it in time, in the airplane i asked my dad...
"Why we were leaving for India? What happened? " he just looked at me and smiled.. During the flight it was very quiet, nothing happened and we just got a taxi and left for my aunt's house in Delhi. Later that night I found out that we were in India to attend a wedding of my dad's friend. Next day (Monday) everyone was getting ready to go and i was finally ready just my hijab needed fixing. We all got in the car and left for the event, there i met my dad's friend , he was funny and nice. After the Nikkah I was called by the wife of my dad's friend, she started complimenting me. She and I got well together and I overheard after i left the 'aunty group' she told some lady about me. She said i have never seen a girl like her soo nice and interactive, Mashallah. I smiled at that compliment to myself. My cousin(Ayesha) came to me to say we are leaving, i told her that i was coming and she can go to the car. I went to my dad's friend's wife to say Khuda Hafiz.... The wedding was really nice. She just smiled and put her hand on my head to give blessings by saying..
"May Allah(swt) bless you and make your future bright" After that i left the wedding, we reached home, i was sooo tired that i just changed my clothes wiped my makeup and slept. Next morning(Tuesday) we all had breakfast together,everyone was just conversing with each other, and i was just thinking that when are we gonna go back. Soon my question was answered by my Dad, we would stay in India for 2 weeks(until my holiday begin) . It was weird but this was reality, in the evening my dad said we have to go to someones house. I was ready but when my dad said Faiza you are the main guest i was confused. Evening came quicker than usual, everyone was again ready and as was i. We reached the house we were invited to , some girls came out of the house and placed a huge shawl on my head to cover my face. Not knowing what just happened i just didn't know how to respond to it, i was taken inside by two girls. I sat down and a Maulwi was called and i saw someone else's feet too. Whoever he was , he sat next to me, weird or what. The Maulana asked for my signature , I lifted my head and my dad just nodded at me to sign it. I signed it on his approval and after me the guy next to me signed too. Everything was just getting weirder every second, after the Maulana left the guy next to me was told to take my shawl off of me. He did as he was told and he just smiled while looking at me. After i was told to lift my head and I followed the instruction. To my amazement a guy Soo handsome was in front of me. I turned my head to everyone with a confused face and they were smiling . After i was told that the guy (Imran) in front of me was my HUSBAND!!!!! I was Soo disappointed that i was just 18 and married to this guy that i never met. It is a desi thing to marry a unknown guy but not at the age of 18!!!! After the whole convincing me session i just accepted it and was told to go to his room aka my room. He came in and started talking to me and apologizing about how he liked me and wanted to get married to me and this is how it turned out. I was soo pissed but what could i possibly do i liked the guy but i was 18..... After my thinking for 15min in that room i accepted him as my husband. Next day (Wednesday) was our reception everyone came to meet me, even though i was very angry i just played along with everyone's mood.