Only To Allah Does My Heart Belong.

وَﻳَﺰِﻳﺪُ ٱﻟﻠَّﻪُ ٱﻟَّﺬِﻳﻦَ ٱﻫْﺘَﺪَﻭْا۟ ﻫُﺪًﻯ ۗ ﻭَٱﻟْﺒَٰﻘِﻴَٰﺖُ ٱﻟﺼَّٰﻠِﺤَٰﺖ

ﺧَﻴْﺮٌ ﻋِﻨﺪَ ﺭَﺑِّﻚَ ﺛَﻮَاﺑًﺎ ﻭَﺧَﻴْﺮٌ ﻣَّﺮَﺩًّ

"And Allah doth advance in guidance those who seek guidance: and the things that endure, Good Deeds, are best in the sight of thy Lord, as rewards, and best in respect of (their) eventual return."
(Aaya 76, Surah Maryam)

Her eyes widened in shock , her body froze , and her heart began thumping once again . She swallowed her anger, inhaled , trying  to calm herself down, then spoke in a shaky voice.

"What do you want from me ?"

All she got in return was a smirk , that she felt like pinching off that face , she hated it when she was angry and people found it amusing.

"Go away !", she raised her voice a little.

"Huh uh, I will come in whether you like it or not! "

"Why you ....you.....idiotic,  air head"

" Move aside princess "

She glared at the person, daring him to try and enter her house without her consent, but when he took two steps forward, her confidence frizzled away  and she took a step back, now mentally slapping herself  for staying alone at home. If her parents walked in now, they would get the wrong impression of her once again and she would be doomed.

"If my parents return, they will think I still keep in contact with you, please leave." Safwa pleaded.

" Just relax, no one will come and I'm not going to hurt you, so calm down"

Safwa scoffed at his reply, the reason why she was hurting was because of him and he just waltzed back into her life, after four long years. Just when she had truly began to mend her broken heart, he suddenly appears, slowly opening up those almost healed wounds and he didn't  even realise that.

Tears pooled in her eyes, she blinked them away, not wanting to show Khaleel her vulnerable side. Who was she kidding ? She still hadn't got over him completely and him being in front of her only made it more difficult, causing her heart to crack slowly, slowly....and if he stayed any longer, her heart would  completely shatter.

He stepped into the house, shut the door behind him, walked over to the couch and made himself comfortable.

Safwa huffed in annoyance, the nerve of this guy, she didn't know why in the name of Converse, did she even fall for this guy. She walked over to the couch opposite him, stood behind it , and folded her arms on her chest, still glaring at him.

"Stop with the glares now tiger , we both know that you are not actually angry with me and all this is now a facade."

Safwa's jaw almost dropped in shock, but she kept her composure, her expression still remained the same, she refused to agree that he was right. He didn't need to know that, it would only increase his ego, he was already a cocky airhead and she didn't need his head to become even bigger, for he needed to fit through the door, when he finally decided to leave, which she hoped was very soon .

"So I was apologising to you, but you refused to accept any of my apologies. Anyway, I am very sorry for whatever I did. I realiased it was wrong of me to play with your feelings, give you false hope and then break your heart. You are a special girl Safwa and you need someone who  will always keep you happy and make you feel special  every day".

Tears filled her eyes once again. Couldn't he just leave now !

He motioned for her to sit down, she reluctantly agreed and sat down, the coffee table a barrier between them.
H

e placed a white envelope on the table , hen slid it towards her. She gave him a qetustioning look but ,he remained silent, urging her to open it up.

She opened it up  and took out a little glittery card, still confused, she opened it up and scanned it, only to have the air knocked out of her lungs, a knot formed in her stomach,  the lump in her throat swelled even more, her eyes stung with tears. She blinked  and read the card, forcing herself to smile.

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You are cordially invited to the Nikaah and Walima of :

Khaleel Ahmed

&

Hayaa Muhammed

Date : 12 November 2016

Day : Saturday

Time:
Nikaah: 6:00 p.m
Walima: 7:00 p.m

Venue: Fallen Crest.

Number of guests : 2

Your pesence on this happy occasion will be highly appreciated.

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And she knew she would spend another night crying to her Lord over this same thing all over again...

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