ΔJamshaidΔ
It's been a month since I proposed Fatima. I'll be getting my answer today, for she and uncle Huzaifa are coming over to my house. I am not a big fan of this house of mine. Its too closely connected to my crafty past to offer comfort. But madre( italian for mother) insisted on receiving them here. She wants me to give this house to Fatima as her 'Mehr'.
Now I couldn't give madre a good enough reason to dissuade her from her decision. So yeah I'm standing at the entrance waiting for them. I will tell Fatima all about my past. Relationships should start with honesty , not lies. It will be quite difficult as my parents don't know about it nor do I plan on letting them into any knowledge of my 'past activities'.
Meha knew all of it. Yet she accepted me. She was the one who helped me say the shahadah. She had guided me out of my turmoil. A true gift from Allah. I can never forget her. I can't love anyone else. The children need Fatima and she is an excellent girl. So yeah I will marry her In shaa Allah!
They're here. I wonder what the future holds for me. I know I am not being fare to Fatima. I hope Allah will forgive me for it. But I will not deny her any rights as my wife in shaa Allah! Its just that Meha's irreplaceable!
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ΔFatimaΔ
Dr.Asher had invited us to UK to attend the party his colleagues had thrown for him. He had been able to help me heal. Clearly it was a big deal for he was given the "Head psychiatrist's' seat or something for it. I wasn't interested. It was his job so yeah that was that. I and baba congratulated him. I prayed to Allah to grant him many more successes. I certainly felt no urge to harm myself any longer. Alhamdulillah!
After that we were to go to one of the random houses of the Scott family. I inserted the address into the car's GPS and swung it into action. Ten minutes later another mansion-like house came into view. I parked the car into the front porch and got down. Mehrunisa Api had come with us too. She wanted to make sure that the 'guy' deserved her little sis or not. Haha:*
We exchanged Salaams and were guided into the drawing room. My dolls were no where in sight. I signed, hoping that they weren't sleeping again. Api gave me an amused smile.
"You aren't even married and already have a motherly air about you." She whispered into my ear.
"Just wait till you meet em. Change my name if you don't fall head over heals for em." I winked at her.
"Haha let's decide on a name then!" Api stuck out her tongue at me. I shook my head at her and chuckled. People who think I have a baby face certainly haven't met Api here. Lolx
A few minutes later Emily walked in. I rushed towards her, enveloping her in a bear hug. We exchanged a peck each and then she met everyone else. She nodded at me and Api to follow her.
Soon we found ourselves in a darling room. Wow! It was full of pretty toys and all. I caught sight of my babies sleeping. Aww:):*
"Fatima hon, can I know your answer first , please?"
I looked down ,my cheeks blazing.
"I-I Umm I won't say it in front of you-know-who!! " I stuttered. Omg embarrassing embarrassing embarrassing! My brain was chanting on its on.
"So its a YES??!" Emily was smiling from ear-to-ear. I was getting all sweaty and nervous.
"Uh-uhm yes, its a yes."
"Awesome! I'm gonna go thank God properly at church tomorrow! I'm so happy. !!"
"Let's go and tell James and Jamshaid!"
"NO WAY!!" I said covering up my face. Wow talk about embarrassing! Emily laughed playfully.
"Wait here then, I'll go tell them."
"Wow Fati they sure are beautiful kids, Ma shaa Allah!!"
I gave her a 'told you so' look. Emily returned with everyone at her heel. I felt very nervous again.
"Fatima beta you can have a sit down with Jamshaid right now." Everyone left except baba and Jamshaid. Baba sat next to me and I looked at Jamshaid. Oh so yeah did I mention sit downs are super weird?
"Where will you stay after the marriage." I asked him, whispering the last word.
"With my parents." He shortly replied. I nodded my head.
"Rubab and Talha will stay with us. Will that be OK with you?" Jamshaid
"Of course! I'd love that. " Me
"Uncle I have something to tell you guys. But I want it to remain a secret from my parents."
He went ahead to tell us about his crafty past. How he'd been into drinking ,gangs and girls. I didn't give a damn. Pasts mean nothing to me. I didn't feel baba stiffen beside me. He was actually smiling!
" I already know all this Jamshaid beta. I cant give my daughter to an unworthy person. If Fatima doesn't mind its a yes from me." Baba looked at me.
"I don't mind." I said.
"Uncle madre wants this house and the traditional family gold as the Mehr. Will that be fine?"
Seriously are they crazy? I don't want a fancy house.
"No way Jamshaid I want something else as my Mehr." I spoke out clearly , astonishing myself. But no way I couldn't take such an expensive house. I had a better thing in mind.
"Sure."
"Jamshaid are you a Hafiz?"
"No I'm not, unfortunately!"
I smirked! Haha I'd get the best Mehr out of him.
"I want you to learn surah Aal-e-Imran and recite it to me right before the nikkah. Keep this house and the jewelry, I want to hear the surah ONLY." I wanted to choose the 286 ayats long Surah Al-baqara but oh well 200 ayats of surah Aal-e-Imran would do too.
"Its a done thing." He replied , making me smile.
We left the house. I thanked Allah after Isha. I was sure of Jamshaid's piety and that was all I wanted in my husband. His looks were an added advantage! I'd be able to sleep with Ruby and Talha! I slept thinking about the wonderful thought.
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To heal a dying heart
Spiritual*Editing and Ongoing* The story evolves around two sisters, Sara and Fatima. How, Fatima's and her family's efforts help Sara heal her dying heart.
