"What!" I exclaimed. My heart skipped a beat. what was he talking about? "My brother loves you," he said again. moving closer to me as I took a few steps backwards."you are the girl he saw three months ago, you are the girl he has been searching for" He explained, I shook my head in disbelief, Ahmad hates me. "You have no idea what you are talking about '' I said, I felt certain Ahamd didn't love me."Ahmad can't love me, tell me something believable," I said, I thought he was looking for an excuse to call off the wedding. "Is your family friend back, is she willing to marry you instead? '' I yelled, I had seen this all before with my ex, he lied to me that he was forced to marry a relative. 'Why can't men own up to their own decisions' I wondered"I am not lying Fatima, I swear he told me with his own mouth" Ibrahim said, why would Ahmad do such a thing."Even if he does, I don't care. you are the one I am engaged to not him" He shook his head, "he's my brother" "And so what

"Ahmad is here" Jidda said rushing into my room. 'o! Lord'!' I exclaimed, I had tried not to think about meeting Ahamd. I was sure it was going to be very awkward. I was already uncomfortable with him."Are you serious?" I said looking at the time, it was a few minutes past 4. "You would think he would refuse to come and just let me and his brother be happy," I thought. I picked up my phone to see if I had any missed calls. I did, I missed three calls from Ibrahim. my phone must have been on silent. I missed it. I decided to call immediately, he probably thought I was avoiding his call. "Hello, Fatima!" Ibrahim sighed picking up the call. He picked up so quickly, that he was probably staring at his phone. "I am sorry for the way I behaved earlier, I let my emotions control me" he apologized. After hearing everything I knew it wasn't his fault. he was being a good brother. As always he was being selfless. "It's fine, I spoke to your mom, I understand everything now" I replied.

The door cracked open, as Jidda barged into my room, I raised my head from the table giving her an annoyed look, she never knocks. "Ahmad is here," she said with a sheepish smile, I nodded, looking back at my book, "The Art of not giving a fuck" If only I could put it into practice. "Did you hear me?" she said and I nodded. "why don't both of you go, I am not in the mood to go out?" I said. not lifting my head from the book I was reading."His talking to your Aunties, they said they wouldn't let him leave until you come down" Jidda said. "Ughhhh" I exclaimed how frustrating. 'What was he doing talking to my aunts? And why do they have to always be in my business' I thought. I felt like screaming. "I am coming" I murmured, reluctantly getting up from my table and moving to the dresser. I put on a long pink hijab above the trousers and top I was wearing. The hijab was so long it reached my feet. That particular hijab was the hijab I wore when I wasn't trying at all. it made me loo

"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

"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