After her mother and late father, Eileen Belinda Fowler trusted her instinct the most. She had depended on instinct all her life. It was instinct that made her slap her classmate Danny Johnson when he stole her lunch. When she was stuck in a school fire in the second grade, it was her instinct that told her to trust the man offering her a hand, even though she was told not to trust strangers. Instinct was what had her rip the love letter Danny Johnson had given to her, when she was eight, before even reading it. She kicked her stepfather in the shin when he married her mother, purely on the base of—you guessed it—instinct. Similarly, when she found herself trapped in her own house, it was instinct that led her to Danny Johnson’s doorstep. Similarly, becoming a Muslim was also something her instinct had told her to do.
Yet, despite all her rash decisions in life, she had yet to experience regret. Oh well, there’s always a first time for everything, right?
Just a little note. I've completed the story but it needs a little editing. I'll be adding in some new things. So, some things might (MIGHT) not make sense.
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Romma Albasha. Everybody knows that name. She's the school's badminton champion after all. Those gorgeous green eyes and long golden locks were worth dying for. Not only that, the party addict can get any boy she wants. Well, that's just Romma for you. Despite being an Arab Muslim, Romma never really acted like one. Why should she? She's got everything in the world. Money, a doting father and amazing friends. She doesn't need Allah.
But what happens when the kind and goody two shoes Waqqar Mehmood shows up? He's always been annoying to her. But that isn't the case when Romma starts spending time with him, seeking answers about her religion.
There might just be a soft spot for Waqqar in Romma's heart. Or could there possibly be love blooming?
Read to find out how Romma finds true love the halal way. She'll have to find herself as a Muslim before anything.
Bubbs out!