I stood on the rooftop. The morning breeze gently danced through my face.
My thought wandered around in my brain field until it later found its course. I reminisced about the day I met my habeeby.
At school, we had a series of lectures and the last lecture we had was a general course. The day was tiring, and my stomach was grumbling I decided to settle at the nearest mini restaurant. The restaurant was bustling with students. My gaze scanned through it before settling on an empty sit. I noticed a burnishing young man sitting not quite far from my sit. I quickly averted and lowered my gaze.
Within the nanosecond, I learned the most important part of the language that the world spoke; the language capable of understanding only in the heart- it was love.
I don't know if he felt the same, or even noticed me all I saw was him lowering his gaze all through his course of eating.
From the day on, I tried avoiding him or maybe we did not cross path. But he ever remained in my DUA.
During exams, we were practically mixed with another department. It was our last paper; say our last paper in the school. I paid no attention to someone who was paired with me what I noticed was the sound of clicking pen
_As if clicking a pen will bring ideas or answers_
I loathed clicking a pen, its sounds made me go bonkers as I will lose my focus.
At first, I continued my writing. But the pace diminished with every clicking pen.
It peeved me the more!
"I have taken all my energy to read this course" I soliloquized
But love is crazier...as I looked to see the person in question, it was him.
My intention was to report and seek another seat. But oh no! I can't report my future habeeby.
"I will rather endure it" I murmured.
.....
I was toppled by lassitude, it can easily be seen on my wan face.
"I just have to retire to bed". I mumbled.
I heard a hard knock on my door, it was my friend Maryam.
"You're welcome, dearie. I hope you brought food to me"?. I questioned.
Maryam furrowed her brow. "You and foods ehn, I don't know which one loved each other most".
"By the way, Let's me give you the gist you've been anticipating of."
"one of my brothers who happened to be in the same school with us confessed his love to you," Maryam said
Should I say I'm happy or not?
I was happy because I'm so ready for Nikkah and this is coming from my best friend. She knew what I wanted. I'm not happy because the man I've been dreaming of, the man I've been praying for will not eventually be my habeeby.
"If you see my brother he is religiously fine, His character is good, he is from a good family, he is handsome, he has dimples and diastema, his beard is full, a typical of what you want. He his Maasha'Allah"
I giggled while my friend sweet mouthed him.
"Okay. Let's see him first, but you will serve as my chaperone". I eventually said.
The day came. I wore my neatly pressed brown Jilbab. It was as if the time was moving steadily. 2:00 pm clicked and I was still waiting...
My friend's voice jolted me.
As I looked up, who I saw melt my heart.
It was the pen clicker and the man I have been praying for.
....
A light tap geared me up to wakefulness. It was Maryam.
"Come on! Let get you dressed. Today is your Nikkah"
Memories are like floodgates, easy to open but difficult to close.
The day we met at the restaurant and at the exam hall actually led to this day...NIKKAH.
