"It's not that easy Jidda, some feelings are better left hidden," I said. whatever message she was trying to pass I was going to counteract it. "I know you don't think so, Fatima," "you have always wanted love to win'" Jidda persisted. "You know what this movie reminds me of" I said changing the topic. And talking to Ahmad instead. "The Great Gatsby" "That movie made me cry like a baby" I said. And Ahmad nodded. Luckily before Jidda could get to say anything more we arrived at the Park. "It's not officially open yet," Ahmad said as he honked his horn at the gate. A man rushed out looking at the driver before nodding to open the gate. He drove into a large parking lot. "Good afternoon sir" the man who opened the gate said. "I did know you were coming""Akram, hello how are you" Ahmad said with a warm smile. I greeted the man and he greeted me back leading us through the gates of the park. "Not all the rides are functional right?" I asked looking at the beautiful park with so m
"I don't you expect to choose me," Ahmad said, making me feel worse. "My brother Ibrahim is such has an amazing heart, he deserves all the love he can get. He hasn't been so lucky with love, and I hope you can make each other happy," I nodded in silence. I hoped the same thing too. I just wanted to be happy. "Don't worry, I won't bother you tomorrow. I will also be busy," Ahmad said with a warm smile. I nodded, smiling back at him. I could see defeat in his eyes as he tried to maintain his smile. "I will see you at the wedding, Fatima," he said his final farewell to me. I nodded again, getting out of the car. I got into the house with tears flowing down my eyes, I was glad everyone was minding their business today. They were all so busy preparing for the wedding they didn't notice me enter, That allowed me to sneak into my room to cry.I was so confused, I didn't want to hurt Ahmad or Ibrahim, But I also didn't want them to lose the opportunity to fulfil their father's dying w
"Yes," I said I had one person in mind already. "Good, I would ask you who it is after dinner," their mother informed. "Thank You, Fatima," she said before hanging up the call. Jidda's surprise party was exactly what I needed to get the answer. It had been right in front of me the whole time but I needed clarity to see it. I knew who I wanted to be my husband and I had no doubts at all."Ibrahim's mother invited us for dinner," I said to Jidda as soon as I got back to her. "Did she ask you?? Have you made a choice yet?" Jidda asked as I shook my head. I had an idea who I wanted to share the rest of my life with but I wasn't ready to share it with Jidda just yet.The bridal shower ended early. On time for us to prepare for the dinner. "You need to start dressing like a bride" Ruqayya teased. Bringing out a beautiful teal blue dress for me to wear. It was Embellished with tiny crystals and sequins, and the gown's body sparkled with intricate lace detailing."Now this is a dress be
"Have you made your choice?" She asked and I nodded. "Who is it" she asked, I told her who I decided and I could see a visible smile on her face. "Don't get me wrong I love my children equally but I think you made the best choice" she said giving me a warm hug. I thought so too, I had no doubt I made the right choice and I was happy with my choice. I watched her walk back to Ibrahim's father. Whispering in his ears.The party was over and we all went back home. "So who did you choose" my cousin Jamila asked me on the ride back home. We moved in three cars. And the car I was in had only Jidda and a few of my cousins. "I will tell all of you when we get back home," I said. I wanted to tell them all at once because I knew my decision wouldn't be Received by so many. I didn't care. I was glad with my choice.The next day, I had ample time to worry about my full body cleansing and my skincare. While Ruqayya and my cousins went to check out the house I was going to stay. "Please! The
hello guys, thank you so much for reading my book, this is now a complete book and I understand some of you might want closure on why she actually chose Ahmad. Ibrahim has a love interest who was engaged but her engagement got canceled and they ended up together. Ibrahim doesn't love her and is just following his father's wishes, while Ahmad on the other hand has always and will always love her. he just wanted to respect the relationship she already started having with his brotherI wanted to write a scene where Ibrahim discovers he is glad she chose Ahmad but decided to just explain it here, I hope you enjoyed the book, thank you for reading. I love you all so much.
I walked down the stairs to find my sister, Ruqayya, and her husband, Umar, murmuring something. "Good morning," I said to them, glancing at the time and considering whether I should stay for breakfast or not. I had an interview at 9 am, and it was already eight."Good morning, dear," Umar, my sister's husband, replied hastily, appearing visibly nervous. I found it odd that he didn't join us at the table for breakfast."I don't think I have time for breakfast. I'm running really late," I said, picking up a spear of the house keys and slipping them into my bag."Your interview is at 9 am, right?" My sister asked, and I nodded. "Don't worry about it. Just sit, Umar will drop you off. I actually need to talk to you about something," Ruqayya said, sounding serious and conflicted."Okay," I replied, pulling out a dining chair and taking a seat.My elder sister and I had lost our parents in a car accident when we were very young. I was 12, and she was 18. After our parents' death, she took
I returned home feeling exhausted, irritated, and hungry. All I wanted was to collapse onto my bed and forget about the terrible day I had endured.As I walked in, I found Ruqayya busy preparing lunch. She looked up and asked, "How was your interview?""I don't want to talk about it," I replied, grabbing a plate and heading towards the pot to see what she was cooking. I was famished and couldn't wait to eat."I am sooo hungry," I exclaimed, looking at the meal Fatima was preparing. It was "Masa," a traditional rice-like dough dish from our region. A smile crept across my face as I eagerly picked up my plate. It was my favorite."We need to talk," Ruqayya said, turning to address me after setting down the last batch of the meal and turning off the gas stove."I've already had a long day," I sighed, about to explain further, but then my friend Jidda walked in. Jidda, my best friend who lived just a few blocks away, was unemployed like me. This meant we had plenty of time to spend togeth
"Can I get some rest first?" I asked my sister, feeling suffocated by the conversation, "Sure," Ruqayya said, "Just make sure to come down in time to prepare dinner" she replied, as I took my things and rushed upstairs, as I got upstairs, I prayed and crashed onto bed, falling asleep almost instantly,After an hour of rest, I felt a little refreshed and able to go back downstairs, I could hear Ruqayya and Jidda talking about something and giggling, Ruqayya had a gentle and calm voice but my friend Jidda was loud, if Jidda was in her comfort zone you could hear her laughter from a mile away,I walked back down stair and the room suddenly became silent they were obviously talking about me, "Jidda, you're going to stay for dinner, right?" I asked, resolving to meet the Mukhtar's since I clearly had no other choice."Of course" Jidda replied glancing and Ruqayya as though requesting permission, Ruqayya smiled and Jidda continued I would love to see how handsome my best friend's husban