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Samaar
Sheath dropped me off at Yusra's house right after I met his mother. I can't believe the fact that it's been more than four months since I last saw her. Except I did see her through Skype from time to time. As soon as I got to their door, before I could ring the doorbell the door swung right open and I found an angry Yusra right in front of me. She had her coat on, a bag in her hand and a long black abaya with a bright red scarf on. Before she could storm out, she looked at me and dropped her bag.
"SAMAAR?" She said, startled. Oh yeah, I wanted to keep it a surprise so I didn't tell her anything about me coming. From the kitchen I heard Yusra's mom screaming at the top of her lungs in Urdu. Yusra rolls her eyes at them and jumps on me and embraces me into a hug. I do the same and it lasts for like a month because that hug accounts for all the times we missed together due to the four months separation we had to go through. "Assalamualaikum! What are you doing here?" She asked. Something about her was different. Was it her tone in voice? For some reason I felt guilt trickling in.
"Waalaikumasalaam, missy. What do you think? I made a trip to Canada because I was worried about YOU!" I said, feeling happy and worried at the same time. She gave me another hug, and took me inside to meet her mom. Her mom was saying something in Urdu again along the lines "You came back?" When she looked up and saw me, she smiled really brightly.
"Samaar! You're finally here! Assalamualaikum!" She said, as she put down the knife in her right hand and came walking to me as she reached out to embrace me into those big warm hugs she would give me all the time.
"Waalaikumasalaam." I said back in reply.
"When did you get here?" She asked me.
"I just got here an hour ago, but I wanted to see Yusra so badly, so I came straight here after dropping my my parents and in-laws house." I said as I stared at Yusra who was standing there with a confusingly worried look on her face.
"Why don't we go upstairs?" Yusra says, almost as quiet as a mouse. I nod and as soon as she starts walking upstairs her mom grabs my arm and quickly whispers something into my ear. I'm dumbfounded by what she says as she quickly lets go of my arm. She turns back to the counter to do some work. She's not the girl you used to know months ago... Please help her Samaar... My eyes start wandering up to Yusra who's already at the top floor. "What's wrong?" She says at the top of the stairs and I just follow her up saying nothing.
When we enter her room, I look around to see something completely unexpected of her. "So you're starting to listen to music again?" I ask her as I pick up some of the CDs on her desk. She grabs it and throws it on her bed.
"Forget about it. Let's talk about you!" She says extremely excited.
"What about me?" I ask, as I still go on looking through her stuff. She takes her abaya and hijab off casually. Then I look at what she's wearing. I start scratching my head through my hijab in confusion. "Aren't those a little extreme?" I say, as I point at the mini skirt she's wearing over tights, and the shirt that says, 'Keep Calm and Party On'.
"What's wrong with it?" She says. I sat down on the chair to her desk.
"Yusra, is that whole marriage talk making you do all this?" I ask her quietly as I rest my chin in my hands.
"Making me do what?" She says, sounding a little offended.
"Yusra promise me one thing." I say in a calm voice. She nods putting some attitude into it.
"What?" She says.
"You're not going to run out of this room, or kick me out, or go beserk on me for whatever I have to say." She nods.
"I promise." She says.
"Please tell me you haven't taken your hijab off in public." I say in a pleading voice. "Please, please, please tell me you haven't forgotten music is haraam. And please. Just please... Don't tell me this whole marriage thing is the cause of it."
She scowls, and opens her mouth and then closes it. Then she says, "Bingo, bingo and bingo!" She says in a happy but sad voice. "My life's already over anyways."
"You know this better than I do. It's not YOLO, it's YOLT." I said. "You only live twice, Yusra. This was a test from Allah. The hereafter still exists. Your results from this world will give you what you deserve in the next. You know it so much better that He's not causing you all this pain just so you can suffer. Allah's giving you all this pain to test you. It's only when Allah loves you, that he puts you in so much difficulty. He loves you so much that he's putting difficulty in your life.... not for you to go astray but to bring you closer to him. When we have exams, what do we do? We pray to him. Because we're in so much difficulty, we turn to Allah. This isn't a punishment..." I say to her almost laughing. "It's the love of Allah. He loves it when we turn to him for help." I turn my gaze to her and see that she's in no mood to talk. She'll burst out if she does try to talk. "I'm not waiting for an answer Yusra. I'm just waiting for the old you to come back to me. I'm no preacher and you know that so well. But I am your best friend... Well that is if you found another best friend." I say, raising my right eyebrow. She still doesn't talk.
"You don't unders...." She starts.
"I understand very well." I say getting a little angry. "I'm a human being too, Yusra. I don't have to be in your situation just to understand you. I went through that too. The exact same thing. I had to get married to someone I barely knew. But you know what? Whatever happens, happens for a reason." I said, trying to keep calm. Then I remembered the hadith she would always repeat when I was in deep trouble. "When Allah loves someone, he tests them a bit more... Your own spoken words from ninth grade when I was almost failing all my classes. Did I fail? Nope." I really was a rather not so smart child before.
Her eyes were almost tearing up. Not because she was reflecting, but because anger was taking over her. I got up, aiming to leave the room.
I did my part. I told her what I knew. I can't take stubborn people like her! When I started walking to the door, I stopped in my tracks. I can't do this to her. I can't do this to myself. She was always there for me. I have to be there for her... I turned back and began walking to her bed. I sat down next to her, and lay my head on her shoulder.
"It's been so long since we met and now we're going to split up because of something like this." I said quietly. "How's your plan going? Your escape plan."
"Pretty well, actually." She replied. "How's your marriage with Sheath going?" She asked.
"It's only the start, so obviously it's going fine. Only Allah knows what happens next. I have a bad feeling that there's going to be some fights between us..."
"Why?" She asked.
"It's just a feeling." I say under my breath. I only started feeling this when I saw Yusra striving to get out of the situation she was put into. Life isn't all peaches and pies after all. The problems I went through... weren't as big of a test after all. Accepting this marriage, becoming a wife, conquering my feelings, confessing them and then finally getting them accepted.... that's only the beginning.
Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuhu my dear brothers and sisters in Islam and to all you non-muslim readers who love this story for what it is,
Short chapter.... so I'm sorry but the next few weeks I don't know if I'll be able to update the next full month cuz I have exams... and yeah :)
I know you guys wait sometimes have to wait many days, a week or even many weeks but I'm really serious. I need a break. Life hasn't been so easy for me so please just give me a little time :) InShaAllah when I'm done my exams, I'll spend days and nights to give you guys a full 15 page chapter (trust me, that's a lot for me if it isn't for you lol) full of romance, suspense and probably a lot of difficulties! So please just give me some time off. I need it. I'm not really active on Wattpad anymore either. So if I don't get back to your messages, don't feel bad :(
May you all have a wonderful winter break. Be sure to pray your daily prayers and don't forget about the qur'an too! Remember when Allah tests you, it's because he loves you. I learned it the hard way Lol
OH AND I PROMISED 10 RANDOM DEDICATIONS ONCE I REACHED 1000 FOLLOWERS.... oops caps but I'm too lazy to erase it -_-...... So if you guys get a dedication from this story don't be alarmed cuz you guys were probably the most amazing people who helped me when I was down by writing a comment that made my day :)
Peace and Assalamualaikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakaatuhu! xD