FATE

Chapter 1

~Badriyyah's POV~

This can't be happening, it just can't happen. How on earth is this even possible? I kept repeating and chanting and panicking all at once. Is this because my mother is not here, alive to have my back or something? I finally broke down crying hysterically.

I thought Ammi love me like her own or maybe she did, loved me i mean but now her friends finally got to her for they've been trying to turn us against each other all my life and i can't even begin to think of what it is i did to them, they hate me well most of her friends do even surprisingly some of her relatives.

Well hating comes naturally to some people, not to me though, because if I do love you or hate you, you'll constantly be on my mind and i don't want that so i can't even... Ugh!

Back to the present, i'm currently lying down on my bed under the duvet thinking where i went wrong or better what i did wrong. Who I maybe hurt in the past that's got karma here in tenfold.

Could it be my dead mother maybe? I thought... No it can't be Mama i heard tales of how she loved me even before i was born and on her dying bed, how she always wanted me by her side in her final days down to her dying hours. May her soul continue to rest in peace and Jannatul a'ala her final abode I whispered silently as a tear fell down my cheeks.

Abba broke a sad news to me this morning, a life changing news of how i'm supposed to marry Bassam, a family friend of ours. Someone I don't even talk to, whom i barely know and with Ammi's consent which got me thinking if that woman ever loved me in the first place. I mean she wouldn't do that to her daughter, right?

Who told our parents marriages work out this way? This is the 21st century and not some time in the past. Their time because history has it that Mama and Abba had an arranged marriage and it worked out just fine which in fact got me wishing same except for the fact it should be anyone but HIM.

Yes not Bassam please. Oh God I cried. He and I had a history, a bitter one that made us stopped talking and it was embarrassing to say the least.

I got up from the bed and entered the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and saw how I have puffy eyes, red nose, swelled cheeks and what not and i'm not even that light I thought. I went further and did my business, washed my face and performed ablution for my duha prayers as it's already half past 10 and i'm running late. I sprayed my prayer mat, wore my hijab and prayed.

I prayed for my dead mother, my father, my siblings, myself and the entire ummah. I prayed about this situation i'm in because I finally realized it's true based on the looks on Abba's face. That man hardly jokes with stuff like that. I kept praying about it with tears in my eyes and sleep took over me in no time due to the slight headache I have.

"Badariyyah!!! " someone screamed downstairs. Scratch that, someone kept screaming... I woke up to the sound of Deejah screaming my name. "The evil devil" i muttered silently. I wonder what she wants now.

I ignored her and stayed in my position when i heard her trying to open the door forcefully. I smirked knowing i locked it earlier and maybe for the third, fourth or fifth time in her life began knocking impatiently. That devil never knocks i grinned proud of myself at least i'm doing her a favour. She should learn to respect people's privacy and learn how to knock.

I stood up and walked to the door asking who is it? "bansani ba" (i don't know) she replied. I shrugged and said "whoever or whatever you are, go back to the hole or wherever you come from" she hissed and said "fuck, it's Deejah, open this goddamn door before I lose my cool."

"For the umpteenth time Deejah stop swearing, you're a lady" I told her before I opened the door.

"It's not your fault, it's me who fucked up"  she said while sitting down on the love seat in my room. "You're swearing again that's real mature" I said while rolling my eyes.

"Wait, hold up! What's with the attitude? Is it because you are getting married?" She asked and just like that my world came crashing down and i began tearing up. "So it's really true Deejah, I thought it was some silly nightmare I had." I began sobbing

"Hey shh, Deejah crouched down to my level and began patting my back in a soothing manner. It's okay, you know how much Abba loves you he will never do a thing that's not right by you. He will never put you in harm's way." I know that but why Bassam? Why him of all people?" He and i don't even talk, he's arrogant and all and he dated my friend what will people think of me now? "

" Look don't let that bother you, people always talk, they will talk so let them. Do you see me worrying about what people think of me? I'm not the perfect daughter or friend, i'm far from that hell we wouldn't be having this conversation if it were few months ago but i'm trying to be better but mind you, it's not because of people... Well few ones that matter but not those that talk."

"So accept this with open heart and pray about it. Insha Allah it will work out. Be the good person that you are, i know you'll make a good wife and be the best mother to your kids. And don't let negative thoughts cloud your judgment."

"Ammi has your best interest at heart i know you might be thinking about it. She won't have agreed to this if at all she knows something good will not come out of this. She loves you like hers and she adores Bassam. She didn't pair me up with him and i'm her favorite niece or so I thought and I wouldn't mind having him as a husband." Deejah joked. "But point is, she knows you're better than I am and wants what's best for you."

"So, get up and take a bath because you're starting to reek" she joked and that got me laughing." Hey! I don't stink but yeah i'll take my bath and come join you guys for breakfast. Thank you Deejah" I said and hugged her I'm glad we're opening up to each other and being friends with you don't suck like i imagined it would i joked. She laughed and gave me the finger. I'm not even surprised! I yelled after her as she left my room and descends downstairs.

So, this is my life now, I thought as I stripped and headed to the bathroom.

Ok here's the first chapter, it's not much I know and doesn't entails much which I also know 😊 but I hope you enjoyed reading it and I promise lengthy chapters ahead well not all of course 😁 but I will do better insha Allah. Thank you for your time and God bless you as you vote. And ohh please share this story with your friends.

                                                   

                                             Zahra Sarki