A Muslim Girl's Love Story [COMPLETED]

Doubt

Samaar's POV

I was so caught up in studying for my exams that I didn't even know a week flew by like that. Amarah, Khatirah and Hani were at the library studying for a Anatomy exam they had. While me and Aakifah were trying so hard to just finish studying even though we had a whole two weeks till the exam. 

"I need some fresh air." Aakifah said, as she got up and stretched. I did the same and went the the kitchen to get a carton of chocolate milk. Our parents left two days ago with Sarah and I could tell Zafeer and Sarah were too madly in love to part but they did anyways. She went back with Subhee and abandoned Zafeer. Love can be so painful... I sighed. Aakifah on the other hand wasn't even close to telling me whether she'd accept the proposal which made me as frustrated as I could get. I put on my abaya and a jacket after drinking some chocolate milk, slipped on my hijab and got into my winter boots. Yes, it's only November and I'm set for winter. Aakifah was already ready. She had her bag around her waist and she stared straight out the window as she put her gloves on. 

"Will you still not tell me?" I ask Aakifah, and Akifah shakes her head. "Come on! I wasn't the one who suggested you and Subhee get married. I only and only suggested that you get married to someone..." I said in a pleading voice. She gave me a look. 

"Samaar, are we leaving or not?" She asked me and I nodded with dissapointment.  As we walked outside Aakifah started talking about the Islamic courses she was taking at the university. I was only taking one and surprisingly so was Amarah. She said she had the exact same class as me but I've never seen her there amidst the five hundred students who attended. Most of the group wasn't even Muslim. It was more like they wanted to learn to change or something like that. The other part of students were Muslims who tried learning something new. I was one of them, but as soon as I entered the class I knew I was going to have some doubts. The professors that teach Islam aren't even Muslim. Apparently if a Muslim professor were to be teaching there then he'd be a terrorist who's trying to get new people to convert to Islam. Or something like that. They had a lot of debates on things like that.

I for one don't even understand how that's possible. But I guess some people think differently. For the first seventeen years of my life I thought everyone would understand that Islam is the most peaceful religion out there. Woman's have right and so do men. The only difference is how we function and how Allah has made us. Men need women and women need men. It's as simple as that. Oppression? That's culture. 

There were a couple of professors at different universities that would make Muslim's believe that the most authentic hadith's were actually the most unauthentic. 

"I wish I just went to an Islamic University..." I said. Aakifah looked a little amazed. 

"Dad gave you that option you know, but you said you wanted to do something to help the world while you were at it, remember?" Aakifah said. I do remember. My dad wanted me to send me to a University in Saudi Arabia and I was totally up for it but I also wanted to become a doctor to help the poor people back home. I guess I'm being too greedy then.  "I guess the most you can do is sign up for online classes." She said. Sometimes I wish I could do whatever I wanted to do, but it's just not possible. Or is it? By the will of Allah, anything is possible. All I have to do is try right?

A Few Days Later

I was at school with Khatirah. Nowadays me and Khatirah were meeting like no tomorrow because our classes were near by. Occasionally I'd see Hani trying to smile at us in the hallway but she couldn't because for her it was the most awkwardest task on earth. 

"You guys! Guess what?" Me and Khatirah looked at each other and replied in harmoney, "What?" 

"I'm gonna be a big sister!"