I love you ( A muslim love story)

Chapter 11: Where are you now?

(Anabia: 14 years old, Huzaifa: 16 years old)

(Huzaifa's pov)

Finally! I lay my head against the table, my cheek touching the cold surface as shivers run down my spine. That took forever. Focusing my eyes on the pencil that side beside me, I realise how small it has gotten as I compare it to my finger. I had been studying since getting back from school and it was already 6 pm. Slowly, I turn my head and stare through the open window as the sun starts dipping it's magnificent head into the transitioning sky. The Lord truly has created a mesmerising world. Sighing, I push the chair back and walk through the blank white corridor and enter living room. There sat everyone, mother and father discussing summer plans and my sister doing her homework, a pen lifted in the air, ready to take charge on the paper. Quietly walking into the kitchen, I grab a plate and spoon to pour in some mansef for myself. The aroma of food wafts across the kitchen as I close the pot lid and walk into the sitting room again, placing the plate on the crowded table. I make my way into the bathroom and quickly wash my hands, drying them as fast as I can.' Bismillah'. I recite under my breath and start my meal as I reach the table and place myself on the cushioned chair. Many thoughts whirl around my head as I continue to eat. School. Exams. Mocks. However most of all was her. I didn't know why she kept coming back, but every time I shut my eyes, all I can see is her smiling face. No. Huzaifa you need to stop this. Your life has only one purpose. These things are not permitted. I finish off the last mouthful and take the plate back into the kitchen, my mother now placing all the dirty dishes into the silver basin. Suddenly, The calling for the adthan arises from my open window as maghrib prayer sets into play. Feeling full, I walk back into the bathroom and make wudhu, trying my best not to waste any water. Once finished, I walk out the door and down the elevator, making my way to the masjid. Finally. This was the only place where I could talk to Allah and ask for his help. It was like talking to Him, begging for forgiveness and Mercy and without a second thought He'll forgive me. Smiling that at His servant who has come to him again. A sudden feeling of peace runs through me as I continue to walk towards the masjid, the cool breeze only adding onto the feeling of security and safety. I wonder what she's doing at this very moment...

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(Anabia's pov)

That was a load of work. I jump onto the bed my palms rubbing into my eyes. I can't wait till these crappy exams are all over. I pick up my phone and look through my texts. Oh wow I haven't talked to anyone for so long. As I continue to scroll through, my finger hesitates at the one profile that I had been dreading to touch in a while. As I am about to press it my mother barges into the room, looking at me tensely. In a quick attempt to hide what I was doing I start texting Kamren asking her about the latest miraculous episode. My mother walks over, towering over me as she watches what I'm doing.

"Who are you talking to?" She questions now raisning an eyebrow.

"My friend" I reply my stomach falling into a pit. She grabs my phone and looks through the texts. Phew Hopefully she doesn't see-

"Who's Huzaifa?" My heart stops beating, the world falling a part as I continue to stare at the chunk of metal that sat in her palm. Oh no...

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M/N: Ciao everyone. FINALLY I completed this very short, terrible and awfully edited chapter. I apologise for not uploading for so long. As you all know GCSE is not the most free course to go through so I've been occupied with a lot of studying. Hopefully I'll get more time to upload more work 😊 thank you for taking your time reading this and staying with for so long. It's all appreciated from my side. I'll see you soon. Ci vediamo amiche! :)