Would You Still Love Me The Same?

Chapter 9

Unbelievable!

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Asna's P.O.V
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"Uhh yeah sorry Asma uhhh.. yeah.. so I think I like... uhh Shabeer", I stop and turn towards Asma with tears filled in my eyes.

She looked at me shocked, it took her more than a minute to reply, "You like... who?"
She couldn't continue anymore as she was filled with tears half way while talking.

I felt so bad for her. I just wanted to run away from there. But I couldn't because I was the reason for her sorrow. I would never let her worry because of me.

"I think I like Shabeer Asma", I say with , much confidence this time.

She didn't reply afterwards. I had to cheer her up. But how? I didn't know what to do. But I had to tell this to someone and the only person I tell things to was Asma, so I had to tell it to her.

I knew I didn't do anything smart but what else can I do. I let her cry as much as she wanted as I hug her back and cry as well. Once she calmed down a bit, I ran out of the room. I didn't want to face her.

How could I face her ever again? Why did I ever think that she would accept the fact and just let it go? Why did I do it.. Why? As I scold myself I cry, I cry as hard as possible.

As I remember her swollen face turned red and filled with tears, it makes me cry harder than ever! How did I ever have the heart to break my sister's happiness? How did I?

I directly run into the washroom to make ablution for my Isha prayers becuase whatever happened I didn't want to delay that.

I quickly made my way to the prayer mat and did my prayer without any thought of what was going around me. It was just me and Allah during my prayer. That was my daily practice.

Once I had finished with the prayers I recited the Quran and did dhikr while in the prayer mat and made alot of dua from Allah to protect me at all times.

I doze off there in the prayer mat, I didn't have dinner nor time to finish my home work.

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There was Shabeer on one side looking handsome and manly with his grey tuxedo and a green shirt a pretty looking young me beside him dressed in a long green sharara with my hands entirely covered with mehendi designs.

The two of us were smiling so wide like it was the most beautiful day in our lives. I was emotionless. I didn't know what to say nor do.

It was the best day ever, finally we were engaged. The Nikkah was happening as well. I turned to look around, people were crowded around us.

Everyone was smiling at us while Asma was not really happy about this whole thing. I didn't take much interest in concentrating about her. This was my happy day!

We were ready to sign the papers but before that we had to agree on getting married to each other. So there he was infront of me the Haafiz.

"Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem! In the name of Allah, the most Beneficent, the most Merciful!", he began as he followed with certain duas and recitation of few surahs.

Then finally it was time to ask the approval from me at first and so the Haafiz started. "Assalamu alaikum Ya Asna! Seems like you are very happy today", he says as he smiles and then continues "will you accept him, Mohamed Shabeer Ahamed as your to be husband in shaa Allah?", he says as he waits for my reply now.

I was so excited to say yes and forced the words to slip out. Then I replied with a huge grin on my face "Walaikum salaam warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu! I agr.........", before I could continue anymore. Some one sreamed from the crowd.

"No she won't marry him! She'll never!", I immediately turned around to see who it was. And to my surprise it was her. Asma!

"Oh no", I scream with shock as I feel pain in my head as I knocked it on the edge of the bed.

When I see the alarm clock I get a shock of my life, "Oh my Allah! I am late". I had just few minutes to school and I instantly stood from the bed.

I decided to put on my red and white striped skirt with a white plain top and a plain red shawl for today. I was glad I could make my way down to the hall to grab a pancake before Adila, my best friend arrived.

"Assalamu alaikum ma and baba", I say as I finally meet them in the hall. "Walaikum salaam warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu Ya habibti! Why are you in a hurry sweety?", Ma questioned me.

"I'm late today Ma",I say her and as I hear a horn sound I turn to face the door then at Ma and reply to her." Ma I think Adila is here bye! Assalamu alaikum! " I answered Ma as I grabbed my bag and left the house before Adila horns again.

"Fee amaanillah ya hayatee! Walaikum salaam! Pass my salaams to Adila as well!", she says and I reply, "okay sure Ma". I wave at her and then we leave.

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Throughout the journey in the car I was thinking about the wierd dream I had. Why did I marry Shabeer and not anyone else? and whom did Asma marry then?

Why couldn't I marry anyone else and why did Asma stop the marriage? I was so confused!

These questions were running in my head throughout the entire time. But there was no way of getting answers to them.

I just let it be because it irritated me each time I thought about it. And for Allah's sake it was just a dream!

Since Adila was driving it was uncomfortable for her to talk to me and distract me so it was extremely hard to keep my mind concentrating about some thing else.

While we were on our way to collage Asma had texted me.

Asma: Assalamu alaikum warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu Asna! Want to talk to you! Come home early in shaa Allah!

I was so afraid when I read the message. I was afraid she'll scold me for the first time in my life. I was so scared to go home.

I decided that I would go home late and so I texted her right away saying I had something at collage. I replied after planning out a "not suspicious" text.

Asna: Walaikum salaam warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu, I'm sorry I'll be late home today cuz I have a project to do! Tell ma I'll be late. Hope we have tym to talk when I return in shaa Allah. (:

I type this message, take a huge breath and then sent it to her.

I got an inatant reply from her.

Asna: k (:

I was glad at times like this as myself and Asma didn't attend the same collage. So I escaped this time. But I reminded my conscious 'not always will you be able to escape".

As I think of this I get goose bumps. I directly headed to class with Adila as I wanted to concentrate on my favourite lesson.

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But unfortunately since I forgot my homework, the lecturer chased me out of class as punishment.

"Today was horrible!", I say to Adila as we leave back home. "Why is that?", she says as she takes a quick look at me before concentrating on the road again.

As I stare at her she realizes that and then she holds her head with one hand while driving with the other and says, "Oops.. I just remebered! The punishment right? It's okay habibti it was just a small thing don't take it so serious".

And that was the end of our conversation. Neither me nor her spoke a word afterwards until I reached home.

"Assalamu alaikum habibti! Take care! Should I pick you up tomorrow as well?", she says as she waves at me through the car.

"Walaikum salaam habibti Adila! No you don't have to, the car is fixed and so baba said he'll bring it from the garage! No worries you take care!", I wave at her and move inside.

I didn't want to trouble Adila again because I had been going with her for the past few days since Asma met the accident. So now since the car is ready I felt happy that I didn't have to trouble her anymore.

"Alhamdulillah!", I say as I walk towards my house in the by lane.

I enter the house with silence because I didn't want Asma to know I was at home. But my mom turned things up.

"Assalamu alaikum Oh Asna! Why are you late dear?", Ma screams and come towards me and hugs me with a panicking expression on her face.

"No nothing ma I just had a project to complete! Didn't Asma tell you?", I ask her confused.

"Oh yeah she told me but I forgot", she says as she moves back towards the kitchen. Then I hear the old door of Asma's room open.

I instantly decide to move away. Right then mom stops me and asks, "Asna aren't you having dinner?".

I realized I had to run now. "Ummmm no Ma I'm not hungry! Bye", I say as I run towards my room.

Asma was getting nearer to me. I run faster. "Asna wai....", before Asma could finish I run into my room and slam the door shut.

"Phew! Saved again", I say as I sit leaning on the door. Why couldn't I just face her! It was all my fault! I brought this up! Why not face her?

I head to the washroom to make ablution for my Isha prayers and then I ask help from Allah.

I question myself and realize that I had to talk to her oneday. She was my sister and how could I hide from her every single day. And so I decided to talk to her tomorrow because I had to face her somehow someday!

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Assalamu alaikum warahmathullahi wabarakathuhu!
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