A Muslim Girl's Love Story [COMPLETED]

Wh-What?

Samaar isn't quiet. But she is smart and reliable. She's blunt and honest, but not perfect. Although she has leadership skills, she can't seem to be organized. She has no sense of direction, and no will what so ever. She could dominate the whole school, not looking into a guy's eyes. She takes Islam seriously, but she still laughs at the idea of marriage. She doesn't hate men, but she doesn't like them either. 

"No, I won't. Never in my life." Samaar said. Her mom laughed.

"Samaar, you're going to have to accept the truth. You spend one third of your life growing, the second third of you life raising children and the last part is growing older and older till death does you guys apart. Why do you hate marriage anyways?" Samaar's older sister, Aakifah asked. 

"Samaar, I want nice, fat, and plump little grand children." Her mom replied.

".... Mom, you sound like you're going to eat them. Stop it." Everyone laughed. Samaar had a couple of reasons, and one of them was her dream of independence. Not as a country, but as a women. Everyone around her thinks men are better leaders. What about the women? Just because they had to lower their gazes didn't mean they couldn't rule. Her mom told her over and over, that women and men are equal, but they just have different roles. 

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Samaar sat in her dad's best friend's house. She was looking at the ground, and falling asleep. She was tired and frustrated. Her father lost his job, and now 2 months later they have no house. Her father sat with his best friend, with his head in his hands. 

"So this is Samaar. She grew up to be very beautiful. Masha'Allah." Her mom nodded. It was eleven o'clock at night. Samaar was like a baby, and it was past her bed time, which was nine o'clock. Samaar couldn't keep her head up high anymore, she dropped her head onto her sister's shoulder.  Aakifah nudged Samaar, but it was too late. Samaar was fully asleep. Nothing could wake her up, except an offered bed. "Samaar's really tired. I think we should get her to a room." Samaar's eyes opened. "Uh, no, uncle. It's okay. I just dozed off... a little." Her uncle smiled, "No it's not, you need your sleep. I feel so sorry that you had to go threw all that. You're family and we can't do anything to help. We could at least offer you a home, right?" We're family? Oh, okay... Her dad started arguing with her uncle. "You've done so much for us! How could you say that? I honestly don't think our family can unite with your family in the future... We've lost every thing. We can't even stand on our own feet anymore. I'd like to try getting Samaar and Aakifah's education done, but it's simply impossible... Samaar can't marry into such a good family like yours. Please reconsider." 

Her uncle looked over to Samaar who was already asleep, with her head in Aakifah's lap. "We will reconsider, but don't expect my answer to change, Amir. I want our family to be united no matter what. We made this promise since we were children. I'm not letting her go. Sakeenah, show them to their rooms." Samaar's aunt showed them to her room. 

Samaar's POV

I was walking up the stairs, where my aunt was leading. She seemed really serious. She got us a bunch of blankets. Me and Aakifah had a different room, than my mom, dad, and baby sister. I was in somebody else's house. In somebody else's bed. How was I supposed to sleep? My eye were wide open, and my sister asked me what's wrong.

"Nothing, but I thought I heard Daddy say something weird. But it must have been my imagination. I thought we weren't related to this family. Why does Uncle treat us like family then?" I asked. Aakifah was staring at me with a blank stare. I literally heard crickets in the background. "Uh, Aakifah?"

Someone knocked on our door. I got up, and opened it. It was my mom and my stone aunt. My mom and aunt closed the door behind us, and we all sat down on the master bed. My aunt's mouth started forming into a smile. "Samaar's beautiful. Masha'Allah." She put my face in her hands. "I'm going to have such a nice a pretty daughter-in-law, right??" She was starting to get excited. Wait... more importantly, WHAT'D SHE SAY?

 My face turned red. My mom and my sister were smiling. "I hope you and Sheath can get married quickly..." UH. NO. NEVER. NO! "... And have beautiful children." Ch-Children?? Ya Allah, HELP ME! "May Allah grant my son, and future daughter-in-law Jannah! They'll make the best husband and wife!"

"Sakheena, don't put too much trust in her. She still needs to learn a lot." My mom said smiling. 

"Don't worry, as soon as they get engaged, I'll teach her too!"

Astaghfirullah! What are they talking about?? Who is this Sheath anyways??

My mouth didn't open, and I just forced a smile on.