AREEZAH✔️

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Sometimes I want others to hate what I hate.

But, life comes in a different way and expectations leads to disappointment. Jameel was seated on my couch with my siblings laughing heartily as if nothing was wrong with him here in my house. Everything about him was wrong and I didn't want him to influence my siblings.

"And then the girl fell right into the water with a splash! Whoops!" He roared in laughter as the others too, joined. Imaan was seated on his laps holding her stomach in laughter, Ikhsaan and Aminah had already sobered up before noticing my presence.

"Come on Ya Aree, Ya Jameel has a lot of stories to give, come join us." Ikhsaan suggests and I shook my head. I gave him the water about to leave the living room when my mum came in with a salaam.

"Wa'alaikum Salaam," We all answered in union.

She didn't notice Jameel at first so she kept a stern face even after responding to our greetings, immediately she was about to go upstairs her eyes landed on Jameel's.

Her eyes flashed with brightness whereas mine was shocked. "Jameel! Masha Allah I didn't know you were going to be here." My mother beamed and my lips went apart from each other. Here I was thinking maybe I might not be the only one who dislikes him but it was totally different.

Jameel immediately stood up and hugged my mum and the duo bust into a full conversation. I slowly walked back into my room locking up the door already hating the fact that I might have a mental breakdown. I needed time to recharge.

Sometimes I don't understand my own feelings.

I don't even know why I was getting worked up. Maybe it's because Jameel is acting so sweet downstairs but he has shown me what he really is. How are we even related?

What surprised me most was how happy my mum felt seeing him, as if he was a lost son or something. I decided to halt my mind from thinking too much. Instead, I took my phone and browsed through the internet and my social medias, I also clicked some selfies before deciding to take a nap for the mean time since its a Saturday and it isn't time for the Zuhr prayer yet.

I work up to the adhaan being called, I sluggishly went into the bathroom to get my ablution done. After my prayers I decided to go downstairs to feed my rumbling stomach.

I fetched myself a pancake that Aminah had made, sadly it was burnt but I didn't mind at that time because the taste didn't matter. I just wanted something to be in my stomach. I eat, but not alot but I still eat. Let's just say averagely.

The door to the kitchen clicked open and in came Jameel in all his handsome glory, A'uzubillah. I controlled my emotions when I knew that I was about to swoon over a guy who isn't worth it, okay he's really worth it because he's kinda handsome, A'uzubillahi!

"Earth to Areezah?" Jameel waves his hand over my face bringing me out of my thoughts. I swallowed the pancake in my mouth and crossed my arms.

"Yes?"

He raised an eyebrow, "So much attitude huh?" he retorted smiling sweetly as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

I sighed already getting bored of his presence. "Jameel, I really don't have the time to argue or even talk to you, so please get whatever you want and leave." I didn't raise my voice at him, I was keeping my calm. The calm before the storm you grab?

He laughed.

"I'm not even interested in talking to you miss, I just came here to warn you." He uttered shoving his hands inside his pocket.