This is the first chapter I am publishing this Ramadan..Ramadan Kareeem to you all may Allah accept our ibadah 🤗🤗
Halimas p.o.v
I agreed to be friends with Doctor and the next morning I regretted it . He came to the cafeteria with a broad smile across his face . "
Good morning my love "he said on a high pitched note. My eyes were bulging out from its socket, I was so angry and embarrassed people were staring. Halima On the other hand, was smiling like a Puppy that had seen another puppy .something about romance always excited her. I remember watching " the fault in our stars and anytime they said anything Romantic she would rewind the movie . Especially the "okay" scene it lives rent free in my head .
Dr grabbed a chair and sat beside me .
When did I become your love ? I asked and he said that's what I call my friends. I just glared at him and continued eating." There it is! you know what my love" 'he asked ,I wasn't going to play that game with him I just glared at him, so he continued, some cheesy guys might say I can not imagine a day without your smile but I will say i can't imagine a day without your glare my love. "Call me my love one more time and I will put this carrot in your nose" I said.
He ate his meal and paid the Bills and for once doctor was quiet but that wouldn't last 2 minutes would it? . He told me he had a poem for me and would love to recite it for me. He brought out a piece of paper and started to read it. I interrupted him ,"hand me the paper. I will read it at home right now I am so busy, "I said. I could sense a bit of disappointment on his face ,something he was passionate about , the time he took to write it for me and here I was telling him I was too busy to read it. I felt bad but the harm had already been done . I didn't know if he was angry or not . To be honest I never saw him angry. He was always smiling and playing around. He was young at heart. He just smiled and said take your time Hayaat. Yeah, he is definitely angry he just called me Hayaat not my love.
I went back to the hostel and opened the poem and it wasn't his write up actually . It was a sonnet of Pablo Neruda and it made me smile and cry at the same time. Deep down I wanted to give him a chance but I was too scared .I came to the hospital the next morning and told him that that was the most beautiful poem I had ever read and it even gave me a bittersweet feeling. Throughout that day I was kinder to Dr .he kept asking me why I was not myself and I told him that I was actually my real self now.
The holidays came to an end and I was now in level four second semester.My life had been a normal routine for years so I had never really noticed how time had gone by me. I had dated sadeeq for roughly three years. At times I reminisce our moment and I wonder How he is able to live without me . Doesn't he miss me? Doesn't he yearn to hear my voice? Not once did he call me after that day. I would think he would at least try to win me back . Several times I have picked my phone to call him but I have failed to. It hurts when the person you love changes before your eyes and you just have to keep praying and hoping that the person goes back to who they used to be. Sadly ,for sadeeq and I our ship had sailed. This will be the beginning of a new life.
Kabirs p.o.v
Hayaat is beautiful, she has lips like cherries, and has the voice of a mockingjay. her eyes are so innocent like that of a child but beyond that there was something deeper than the eyes could see .when she spoke of love it was funny she said it was a waste of everything good ,she said she gets tired of people and she thinks caring hurts and yet that same person talked about her friend and family and couldn't stop talking.its like she remembers everything bit by bit. for a person who didn't care much she seems to remember a whole lot.she was always making reference to little women. I had never seen the movie but Haayat was a cinema on her own when she talked of little women . So I didn't need to.
Our Friendship blossomed over months. She had learnt to trust me and would even ask me for ride. We would spend hours talking on phone and whenever I was free we would go out for fresh air..I didn't know what to call our relationship anymore,we talked a lot,I drove her to school and I have come to find her as my source of support .
All my siblings knew about Hayaat and often tease me saying she had friend zoned me and if I keep up with this attitude I would remain in that position forever. They weren't wrong ,there was something between us ,we were more than friends and the sooner i ask Hayaat out the better it would be.
Being the romantic I was, I decided to send her a rose flower with a note in it saying "I would have loved to send you a dandelion because I know you are wild and adventurous but I could only find rose flowers .
In the evening I sent her a song by Jason mraz "I wanna be more than friends" that was my way of asking her out .I saw a blue tick but never got a reply. I guess she was still processing it all. The waiting was agonizing . There was hope at least, she hasn't said anything. Her silence isn't rejection.
Hayaats p.o.v
Dr and I have been good friends and I found myself in deep conversations with him .when he talked of politics and football I listened .I didn't care about it but it felt nice to hear him talk about something so passionately. He was so kind and loved his family. He talked about his mum as though she was an angel. I found myself smiling throughout our conversations ,it was very different to what I was accustomed to."the I miss you and I love you of sadeeq" but with doctor we had deep conversations. He gave me advice and annoyingly he was always right. He was so smart and saw life as a journey that will someday end. We both saw life the same way but his description of life was bright and mine was dark. He saw good in everything and always turned everything into a poem.
Doctor sent me a rose flower and a note saying he couldn't find dandelions .Of course, he couldn't ,where in Nigeria would he find them? He was lucky enough to find a rose.
He sent me a song and I didn't need a shrink to tell me what it meant. I wanted to say yes but I hadn't cleared the mess with sadeeq. No one at home knew about the breakup .
I had to tell Kabir everything before saying yes.
In the morning I called kabir and told him everything. He looked at me with pity and I hated that look . He pitied me for what I had lost and the pain I had felt. I knew he wished he could erase it all.
" I love you Hayaat ;hopelessly,unfailingly,with no desire to hurt you intentionally or unintentionally, you reside in my heart and every thought of you that wanders through my heart does not fade without me thinking of how to make you happy. I want you to complete me ,to be the mother of my kids and to build a home with me. I do not care for your past but please let me be your present and your future. I will never cause you harm for my heart can only be at ease when you are at peace". He said.
No one could say no to this. Not even my cold hearted heart.
we eventually decided we just started our relationship and when I got home for the holidays I would inform them. It wasn't really much of a big deal after all, sadeeq wasn't interested anymore.
I decided to call sadeeq and tell him that since he would not inform them at home I would. As usual he was trying to manipulate me and make me feel guilty. I was far past that stage so I just disconnected the call and went to bed.
That night the thought of this new beginning had ignited a fire in my heart that I was certain will take forever to quench. I wanted this to be my last love. I wanted to live life loving only kabir. I said a silent prayer in my heart and begged Allah to let me be happy this time. To not let love shred me to pieces, to please not allow me to ever feel the pain I felt with sadeeq. As I lay in my bed with a smile across my face and a hint of fear In my heart the night steals me away....
I wanna be more than friends. I wanna tell everyone you are taken and take your hand until the end ,I wanna be more than friends. 🎶🎵🎼🎼
