Faith (Islamic Fic)

Chapter 58

 

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~Iman's P.O.V~

  Job interviews are the worst kind of torture on the face of earth. Especially for people like me.

  Imagine going to a room with a couple of people in suits in a respectable marketing company where image is the most important thing and having someone apply for the job with my looks.

  Mind you, my clothes are very professional with my long black pencil skirt till my ankle, my white silk blouse, my black blazer and my light black and red scarf covering my hair perfectly giving me the respectable-professional look needed for the occasion.

  But in that business, the definition of professional look differs a little. They are looking for a slim girl in an above-the-knee pencil skirt, with the same blazer and the same blouse but rather have it show maybe a small decent V-neck with her hair cascading down her exposed neck.

  My nerves began to play a game of their own in my stomach making me a little on edge. I applied a very small line of eyeliner on my lower lid and readjusted my scarf.

  "You look sharp, Iman." Yasmin smiled at me in the mirror, "Do you want some of my blusher or my lipstick?"

  Yasmin was the only one other than Zayn who knew about my hunt. They were both really good to talk to. I never really had friends other than colleagues but now I considered both Yasmin and Zayn as my friends.

  It was Weird how I felt comfortable talking to Zayn. I even downloaded the messaging app 'KIK' just to talk to him. Normally, I would put limits and boundaries on my relation with Zayn but for the past few weeks we emailed and Skyped many times. He had been more than great with me and Youssef. His advices made me go a long way with Youssef making me only worry about my relation with Ayman which was on rocks lately but Yasmin and I worked it out slowly.  

  Right now, I could say I considered him as a friend more than just a person whom I helped but I was a little on edge with the term. I didn't know if what I was doing was wrong or right. And for the very first time, I didn't have a gut feeling telling me off on the subject. Maybe I should call Sheikh Ibrahim and ask him on the matter.

  "No, I'm good thanks." I hid my nerves under my politer smile as I gave myself another look in the mirror. I looked as good as I could make myself. Professional but still modest.

  Even though I knew appearances made a big part of the interviewer's opinion on me as it's the first thing they judge when they see me but I wasn't willing to let go of my principles or believes and wear things that weren't me or add make-up when I believe it's haram for the sake of that job.

  Being myself would land me in the right place.

  "Okay, I still think you look amazing without it. Don't worry just be confident and you will definitely get this one." Yasmin encouraged me but it didn't really help even though I smiled gratefully at her words, I knew better than to get my hopes up yet again.

  Ever since my degree was out two weeks ago, I have been on a restless job hunt. I applied literally everywhere and had way too many interviews to realize that being a Muslim hijabi girl makes me on the end of their candidates list.

  That wasn't going to make me let go of any of my believes. They are too strong to be shaken by a group of high powered men. I knew that by being myself and being proud of how I really was, I would get picked in the right place for me eventually. It would just take some hard work and dedications, both of which I have.

  "Plus, I'm sure Zayn knows someone on Khayan and that's why he told you to go apply there. I bet people would die to do him favors." Yasmin tried to relax me by her words but she only made me more nervous. I didn't think of this as a favor from Zayn. I just thought he heard of an opening there and told me to go. Now I really don't want to go.