Chapter 2
"I really can't wait for my Prince Charming to come take me into his arms." Aisha sighed dreamily. "And I can't wait to get my scholarship and go to the university" Ameenah mimicked her. "You're such a buzz kill." Aisha hissed. "No, I'm not. We just have different typa goals." she corrected. "Yeah whatever. I have to go now before inna starts looking for me." Aisha wore her hijab and slippers.
Ameenah accompanied her out, right outside Ameenah's house they met Aalee waiting for Ameenah to show up. "Oh My Love I've been waiting for you. You kept me out here for hours" he smiled. "Can I help you?" She asked coldly, sending daggers his way. "Yes, my heart needs you meenah. You are the one, who I think about while I go to bed, and the reason I smile when I hear your name being called. I love you Meenah. Please accept my love." He knelt down right before her.
Aisha burst out laughing. "Matar dan shaye shaye (drunkard's wife) na barku lfy (I leave you in peace)" Aisha left laughing while Ameenah glared at her. "Look Aalee for the last time. I can't date you" she says sternly. "Why not?" He asked standing up from the ground. "Because you drink and smoke. And you're a womanizer."
"No my Meenah that won't be a problem. I'll stop, I promise. Just accept my love please" he pleaded. "You can never be trusted. Please leave this place before my father comes back and meet you here." She turned on her heels and left him there.
That made him furious. No girl has ever rejected his love, no matter what! He has been chasing after meenah for months and she had done nothing but shun him. He'd get her and revenge on what she did to him no matter how long it takes.
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He stepped out of the long building owned by him and hopped into his car. He had a tiring day. All he wants is to; pray, bath, eat and sleep.
On arriving at home, he parked his car at the parking lot and alighted from the car. He went straight to his parents side of the house to greet them before moving to his part. His food was already arranged in the dinning area.
He prayed maghrib before sauntering into the bathroom to shower. He washed his body thoroughly before coming out. He felt someone's presence in the room. The minute he turned, he came across Malika sitting comfortably on his bed.
"What sort of nonsense is this?" He bayed. "I just got back from Paris. I missed you so much and I couldn't wait to see your handsome face." She walked towards him. "Don't you dare come close to!" He warned. He hissed and picked up his clothes to the next room.
He finished dressing up and moved to the dining area. He settled down and served himself some creamy mashed potatoes and peppered fish with some sauce. He grabbed some vimto drink from his fridge and plumped back down.
"You know you can't just act like I don't exist. For the past three years I've been literally throwing myself at you but you keep shunning me off. What the fuck bashir? What are you looking for in a woman that I don't have? I'm smoking hot and sexy. I'm beautiful. What else do you want?"
Throughout the time she blabbered, he concentrated on eating. "Bashir I'm talking to you." She said through gritting teeth. He kept the spoon gently and turned his gaze to her. "What? Malika what? You think being sexy and beautiful is what I look for in a woman? You must be stupid if you think I'd ever marry someone who dresses like a slut, who doesn't respect her own parents talk more of respecting mine!"
"But bashir I'm willing to change for you. Please give me the chance to" she whimpered. "Malika enough with the tears, just get out."he sighed. "No please let's talk things through. You know I'm madly in love with you Bashir. Please don't do this to me."
"Salamu alaykum." His one and only sibling came in. She greeted him and kept his dessert for him. "I made dessert for you." She smiled. "Thank you saf." He smiled back. Safwana sent daggers Malika's way before sauntering out. "Close the door when you're done." With that, he left for his room.
She met Bashir's eighteen year old sister in the garden, walking around while talking on phone with only lord knows who. "You!" She groaned walking dangerously towards Safwana. Malika grabbed her by the neck. "You and your so called mother are trying to ruin my relationship with your brother huh? Your plan won't work. You can't separate him from me..." she felt a sharp pain on her cheek.
She quickly let go of Safwana and held her cheek. "Are you mad? Is something wrong with your dumb brain? Are you trying to kill her? Malika get out of this house right now before I call the cops on you!"
He squatted down and helped his sister to sit down on one of the chairs in the garden. "I'm so sorry about that" he apologized. Malika stormed out of the house fuming.
"It's okay hamma. Please just promise me." she sniffed. "Promise you what?" He asked holding her hands. "Promise me you won't marry Malika please Hamma. I don't like her, mama doesn't. She hates us too."
"I promise you In shaa Allah I won't marry Malika."
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"Aalee I beg you with the name of Almighty Allah leave me alone. I said I don't like you. Ana dole ne?" He was getting on her nerves. "Meenah you know how I love you. I can't live without you close to me." He grabbed her hand. She snatched it away and landed her palm on his face. "This will be the last time I'll be warning you! Stay away from me!" She hissed and walked away.
He stared at her, perplexed. No girl has ever slapped him but today, today Ameenah did. He vowed to take her pride away from her. To disgrace her entire family no matter what it takes. He looked around to see if someone was looking at them but thankfully no one was there.
On her way home, she bumped into her best friend aisha. "Hey meenah. What's wrong? Why are you walking fast like someone is chasing you?" She asked gazing at Ameenah who kept looking backwards. "Let's go to my house. I have something to tell you." She grabbed Aisha's hand and they marched to Meenah's place.
"I slapped Aalee" she whispered as they got into het room. "You did what? Meenah?! Do you know the type of trouble you got yourself into?" She bawled. "Shh stop yelling." She placed her palm on Aisha's lips. "I know and I'm really scared about how he'll react. I.. I don't know...."
"Ameenah, calm down okay? You should tell aunty about it" she suggested. "No Aisha I'll get into deep waters if aunty finds out. I won't tell her and you shouldn't too. We'll find another way out."
"The only way is for you to stop going out and that's not possible. You have to tell aunty, she'll know what to do." Ameenah sighed. "I can't tell her. I'll find a way out if you won't help me."
"We can't solve anything just the two of us. You know Aalee, he can do anything to revenge. Even if it means raping..."
"What are you guys talking about?" Aunty interrupted. "No.. nothing" Ameenah stuttered. "This girl I don't trust you. Aisha I know you won't lie to me, tell me what's wrong?" Aunty asked. "Uhmm nothing Aunty. We... we were just talking about what happened yesterday in islamiyya." She lied. "I'll act like I believe you and let you girls continue with your gist." She said before sauntering out.
"Thank you for not telling her eesha." Ameenah heaved a sigh. Aisha hissed and got off the bed. She wore her hijab and walked to the door. "The only solution is to tell aunty, she'll know what to do but you, you won't stop being stubborn. Ameenah I have to go, bye!" She left, leaving Ameenah with a heavy heart.
She exhaled thinking of a way out. She knows Aalee is bad news. He can do anything to get revenge. Maybe Aisha is right, maybe it's a good idea to tell Aunty. But her problem is she'll get into deep trouble.
She decided to handle the situation herself without looking for Aunty's help. The thought of Aalee terrified her. She sighed and scrambled up upon hearing the adhan being called. She performed wudhu and went back into her room to pray asr.
When she was done praying, she went out of the room to her parents. Her father still wasn't back from market where he sells vegetables and fruits. "Yauwa Ameenah, take these clothes to Maman Aisha's house." She handed a black leather to Meenah.
Her heart skipped a beat thinking of how to go out. She surely knows Aalee will be strolling around, waiting for her to come out. "Aunty can't it wait? I don't feel well." Aunty glared at her. "She wants to use the clothes today. You better get going before it starts getting dark and don't stay long."
She got ready and headed out right after reciting her supplication for leaving the house. She kept looking around while walking fast with her heart racing. She heaved a sigh of relief when she arrived at Aisha's house.
She delivered the clothes and immediately left right after chatting a bit with Aisha's mother. She walked fast while checking both sideways.
She felt someone grabbed her hijab from behind, making her to fall hard on the ground. She looked up to see Aalee glaring at her. Her eyes popped open. She stood up in attempt to run but he held her hijab firmly. "Aalee please let go of me." She pleaded trying to set herself free. "You will regret landing your filthy hand on my face!"
