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What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:01am On Feb 22, 2015 |
When I was eight years old, my mom told me not to love any guy, because she already had my future husband in her hands. I was only eight years old, how was I supposed to know she was telling the truth? Samaar Ahmed lives her whole life not loving or crushing on anyone. Not because her mom told her not to, but because she thinks it is useless. Love is only a name, and if she ever felt a liking for a small crush, she would dismiss the idea of having feelings for that guy. She was born in Canada with a Saudi Arabian background. She didn't like culture, but she did love Islam. When she asks for clothes, she only asks for abayas, skirts and hijab. When she makes friends, she make good friends. But when her family loses all their money, where will they go? Samaar has to change high schools and move into her father's best friend's house. What she doesn't know is that her fiance and her are under the same roof. And she refuses to believe she will have to marry such a smart, weird, and stiff guy who happens to be a year older than her. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:03am On Feb 22, 2015 |
Samaar isn't quiet. But she is smart and reliable. She's blunt and honest, but not perfect. Although she has leadership skills, she can't seem to be organized. She has no sense of direction, and no will what so ever. She could dominate the whole school, not looking into a guy's eyes. She takes Islam seriously, but she still laughs at the idea of marriage. She doesn't hate men, but she doesn't like them either. "No, I won't. Never in my life." Samaar said. Her mom laughed. "Samaar, you're going to have to accept the truth. You spend one third of your life growing, the second third of you life raising children and the last part is growing older and older till death does you guys apart. Why do you hate marriage anyways?" Samaar's older sister, Aakifah asked. "Samaar, I want nice, fat, and plump little grand children." Her mom replied. ".... Mom, you sound like you're going to eat them. Stop it." Everyone laughed. Samaar had a couple of reasons, and one of them was her dream of independence. Not as a country, but as a women. Everyone around her thinks men are better leaders. What about the women? Just because they had to lower their gazes didn't mean they couldn't rule. Her mom told her over and over, that women and men are equal, but they just have different roles. _________________________________________________________________ Samaar sat in her dad's best friend's house. She was looking at the ground, and falling asleep. She was tired and frustrated. Her father lost his job, and now 2 months later they have no house. Her father sat with his best friend, with his head in his hands. "So this is Samaar. She grew up to be very beautiful. Masha'Allah." Her mom nodded. It was eleven o'clock at night. Samaar was like a baby, and it was past her bed time, which was nine o'clock. Samaar couldn't keep her head up high anymore, she dropped her head onto her sister's shoulder. Aakifah nudged Samaar, but it was too late. Samaar was fully asleep. Nothing could wake her up, except an offered bed. "Samaar's really tired. I think we should get her to a room." Samaar's eyes opened. "Uh, no, uncle. It's okay. I just dozed off... a little." Her uncle smiled, "No it's not, you need your sleep. I feel so sorry that you had to go threw all that. You're family and we can't do anything to help. We could at least offer you a home, right?" We're family? Oh, okay... Her dad started arguing with her uncle. "You've done so much for us! How could you say that? I honestly don't think our family can unite with your family in the future... We've lost every thing. We can't even stand on our own feet anymore. I'd like to try getting Samaar and Aakifah's education done, but it's simply impossible... Samaar can't marry into such a good family like yours. Please reconsider." Her uncle looked over to Samaar who was already asleep, with her head in Aakifah's lap. "We will reconsider, but don't expect my answer to change, Amir. I want our family to be united no matter what. We made this promise since we were children. I'm not letting her go. Sakeenah, show them to their rooms." Samaar's aunt showed them to her room. Samaar's POV I was walking up the stairs, where my aunt was leading. She seemed really serious. She got us a bunch of blankets. Me and Aakifah had a different room, than my mom, dad, and baby sister. I was in somebody else's house. In somebody else's bed. How was I supposed to sleep? My eye were wide open, and my sister asked me what's wrong. "Nothing, but I thought I heard Daddy say something weird. But it must have been my imagination. I thought we weren't related to this family. Why does Uncle treat us like family then?" I asked. Aakifah was staring at me with a blank stare. I literally heard crickets in the background. "Uh, Aakifah?" Someone knocked on our door. I got up, and opened it. It was my mom and my stone aunt. My mom and aunt closed the door behind us, and we all sat down on the master bed. My aunt's mouth started forming into a smile. "Samaar's beautiful. Masha'Allah." She put my face in her hands. "I'm going to have such a nice a pretty daughter-in- law, right??" She was starting to get excited. Wait... more importantly, WHAT'D SHE SAY? My face turned red. My mom and my sister were smiling. "I hope you and Sheath can get married quickly..." UH. NO. NEVER. NO! "... And have beautiful children." Ch-Children?? Ya Allah, HELP ME! "May Allah grant my son, and future daughter- in-law Jannah! They'll make the best husband and wife!" "Sakheena, don't put too much trust in her. She still needs to learn a lot." My mom said smiling. "Don't worry, as soon as they get engaged, I'll teach her too!" Astaghfirullah! What are they talking about?? Who is this Sheath anyways?? My mouth didn't open, and I just forced a smile on. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:07am On Feb 22, 2015 |
Samaar slept until four o'clock in the morning. She woke up, and stayed wide awake. She couldn't sleep so comfortably at someone elses house. It was impossible. Especially since she had a weird 'dream' about marriage, and having a fiance. But she clearly knew it wasn't a dream. The only thing she remembered about this family was that her Uncle and Aunt had four children. Two of them were already married and out of the house. The youngest is probably in high school, right? Since he was probably younger or older than me. But there's also one in university. The two oldest siblings were sisters... Ugh! What's going on?? Wait, I'm not the oldest... why isn't Aakifah getting married? Samaar's POV I never wanted to get married. I know it's half my deen, but it doesn't work for me... especially at this age. Am I supposed to learn how to cook? Clean?? How dreadful. I frowned in a small dark room, next to my sister in bed. What about Aakifah? Her only DREAM was marriage. She's in grade twelve, and she's the most beautiful person I know. I'm only in grade eleven and I'm the clumsiest person on earth. I hate guys, and I hate how they think. I hate it when they act ignorant, and stupid. I wouldn't even want to talk to them. I got out of bed, and stood up. I'm hungry.... at 4 o'clock in the morning. The bathroom was two rooms away. What should I do? I don't usually read Qur'an in the morning, but somehow it feels like Ramadan. It feels fresh, and scary... It's around the time of Ramadhan I start getting super scared and aware of jinns. My sister told me they only went after people who were conscious of them. I was concious of them... a lot. But I always read ayatul kursi. I opened the door to our room, and went to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me, and looked up at the mirror. It was bright, the light was too bright. I slashed water on my face, and looked into the mirror again. I'm gonna betray myself if I actually get married. So I won't. I smiled. Of course I won't. I dislike guys, and my dad is the only one who is acceptable. After I finished using the bathroom, I walked back to my room, and stayed up thinking, until the fajr adhan. At that time the lights opened up in every hallway, and I peeked out to see two full shining hallways. We were on the second floor from the ground floor. Three floors in total?? The house was huge. Aakifah came from behind me, and pushed me to the side. "Hey!" I whispered to Aakifah. She rubbed her eyes, "What?" "You pushed me!" I said in a hushed tone. She looked at me with dead eyes, "Sorry" Aakifah wasn't really a morning person. She got up, prayed fajr, and went back to sleep. But she was a whole new person in the afternoon. "Did you pray?" She asked. "The adhan just went off. I was about to, but I wanted to go after everyone already went to the bathroom." I said, looking at her. She was yawning. "Then I'll go after you, bye bye" She said, closing her eyes, smiling, and waving, as she went to the bed. "Oh, no you don't." I said, grabbing her hand. "Stay awake." Once she falls asleep, she never wakes up again. "Samaar, I'll wake up. Don't worry. I'm only gonna take 5 minutes more.." "Aakifah, if you go back to sleep, don't blame me for not waking you up..." "B-But the bed's here are so comfortable." She said with her eyes wide open. "Aakifah! I'm not waking you up later on. You can go before me." She sighed, and went ahead. It was 8 o'clock in the morning and I was still awake. I was reading a book the whole time. I stretched and yawned, and heard a knock at my door. I went to open the door, pulling Aakifah's blanket over her face. You never know who's at the door, and Aakifah would kill me if I let someone laugh at her sleeping face. It was aunt, and I smiled, when she did. "Assalamualaykum, did you have a nice sleep?" I smiled. "Of course I did." I replied. "Good, you can come down, and eat if you want. Sheath already went to school, and his father and your father went to work. Is Aakifah still sleeping?" She asked. I nodded. "But she'll wake up soon, so I'll bring her down with me." I said. "Don't worry about her, and just come down. You're probably really hungry." She said, turning around and expecting me to follow, and I did. My stomach was growling. We were walking to the dining table, when the front door opened abruptly. It was a guy, sweating, while holding onto his knees for dear life. He was wearing a grey hoodie, with a jacket on top, and blue jeans. He had green eyes and a messy hair-do.... "Mom, you forgot to give me my......." He stopped mid way looking at me, as he was breathing harshly. "Oh, Sheath. Your lunch?? I'm sorry! I forgot. Let me get it right now." Aunty said, leaving me and him alone. Uhhhhhh..... Sheath? That name sounds familiar... Ha..Ha..Haa. I'm gonna walk away now. The awkwardest 10 seconds of my life... I turned around to walk to the dining table, but Aunty caught me by my arm. "Oh, Samaar, let me introduce you to Sheath." She said handing over the lunch to him. He froze, looking at me, and so did I. "Um, it's okay Aunty. He's probably late?" I questioned. "That could wait! Sheath, Samaar, say hello to your new fiance..." His mouth dropped, and so did mine. No, I knew, but I'm having a hard time believing it. Yes, still. "Oh, Sheath you can go now." She said with a smile. He kept staring at me, with his mouth open, and I dropped my gaze. This can't be happening. He left, and I could cry of happiness. I don't ever want to face him again. After an hour, my mom, and my sister were awake. My aunt was talking to me for a full hour, and she taught me how to make pancakes. And after we finished making pancakes, she said, "These are Sheath's favorite breakfast. He'll never say no to them even if you fight." She was smiling, and my mouth twitched. "Um, Aunty, when was our relationship... determined?" I asked, feeling really awkward. "Oh, your mom didn't tell you?" She asked, adding some food colour to the pancakes. Rainbow pancakes, I guess. She motioned for me to sit down at the dining table in the kitchen. I did, and I faced her. "Well actually it was decided when you were born. Your father and Sheath's father met after ten years, and they were best friends. They loved each other like brothers. So without me or your mom knowing it, we already had Sheath's and your future planned out. Your mom and me met for the first time, and we were happy with it. Your mom used to be so funny back then, and we were the same age too, so it worked out fine. I told Sheath that he shouldn't fall for any girl, because he already had you. It's so cute to see you guys grown up." My mom said the same thing. I heard foot steps from behind me, and turned around to see my mom with a tired face. "Zeenath, I'm so sorry I couldn't help. Sarah was up crying all night with a fever..." My mom said, exhausted. "It's no big deal! Come, sit and eat!" My aunt said. "Oh! Samaar, you're awake?" My mom asked. I nodded, "Since four in the morning. Where's Sarah? You left her in the room? I'll go sleep with her after I eat." My mom nodded. "Oh right, we have to discuss your school." My mom said, looking at me. "Aakifah wants to finish off her last year in your old school. But do you wanna change or go to a different school?" My mom asked. "Samaar, why don't you switch schools? You could spend your two last years in this school. Hmm?" My aunt said. I didn't want to leave my old school. I wanted to go back to Yusra and Zeinab. But two years is plenty to make new friends I guess. "I'll change schools." |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:10am On Feb 22, 2015 |
Samaar's POV It was the 10th of September when I finally went to school. Only a few days late, because my mom wanted me to adjust to the house. And during those last 5 days, I didn't see much of my so- called fiance. I looked out the window, and I was staring down at the backyard. It was huge. There was a cherry blossom tree at the corners of the backyard, and roses planted next to each tree. Auntie said she liked gardening. Their backyard was nice and simple, but their front lawn wasn't really that cute. Auntie said she didn't get time for that, so she only finished the backyard. I was wearing a blue summer skirt with a black top, a black jacket, and a black hijab, with a turquoise necklace. It was my first day of school, and I honestly don't know what's next. Aakifah got to the door, and banged on the wall. "Samaar, hurry!" I looked back, and Aakifah was already running down the stairs. I grabbed my dark brown bag, and made my way down the stairs. I was apparently going to the same school as Sheath. Everyone was already at the dining table. My dad, Uncle, Auntie, my mom, and Aakifah. There was someone else, but I didn't bother looking in their direction. After a couple of minutes that person got up, and said salaam to my dad, and both families. I still didn't look up. But from the voice I already knew who is was. It was him. "Sheath, you don't have to walk today. Uncle's going to your school too. He'll drop you and Samaar off first, then he'll drop off Aakifah." Uncle said. I looked up, and Sheath was nodding at Uncle. "Sheath, help Samaar out, and don't let her get lost, okay?" Auntie said, smiling at me. I smiled back. "I'll be okay Auntie. Don't worry." I said as I finished eating. I picked up my bag. "Good! You guys look wonderful!" Auntie said looking from Aakifah to me. "Come to the kitchen I have to give you guys something. Sheath go wait outside. They'll be there in two seconds." Auntie took out two small packets of what looked like jewellery. There were two broaches in her hand. She unwrapped them both, and put it on Aakifah first, then on me. "There! Now you guys look even prettier!" She kissed both of us on our foreheads and Aakifah smiled, and hugged Auntie, and said thanks. I did the same, and we left. We got to our dad's car, and Sheath was already sitting there with my dad. I didn't dare look at him. Soon after our long ride to school, me and him both got off. My dad left, and Aakifah wished me luck. and said salaam with my dad. My heart started pounding suddenly. I hate change... Ugh. I didn't realize Sheath was standing beside me. He turned to me, and I squinted because the sun was in my face. I turned away to look at the ground. I looked up and saw him looking straight at me. Without realizing it, I was looking him straight in the eye. "Were you tricked by that marriage talk?" He asked. He was expressionless. I kept staring at him. Right now, I'm too busy envying his eyes to care about whatever the heck he's saying. Green eyes. I want them! "Why?" I asked, surprised by my voice. I sounded a little sad. Samaar... WHY WOULD YOU SOUND SAD? You can't marry a GUY. They're filthy, nasty and dirty! Just marry money. It'll keep you happy and wealthy for the rest of your life! "It's all fake." He replied. It's fake? Alhamdullillah! I sighed in relief, looking away. He was freakishly tall, and skinny, and he stood as straight as a rock. He was wearing a black shirt, with black skinny jeans, and a gray jacket. Well that's done. I dislike guys... a lot. They get on my nerves. At least he's doing all the work for me. Besides it's not like I can fall in love with a... brick. "That is... if we can break it up." He said. I sharply shifted my eyes from the ground to his face. "Excuse me?" I blurted out. " I thought you said it was fake." I said in the sharpest voice ever. "Just think of it like that... I'll break it apart." He said putting his hand over his head to block the sunlight while he looked right at me. He stopped for a second, and then said, "Do you wanna be the bad guy? Or should I?" He asked in a heavy voice. Is he starting to get sick or something? What's wrong with his voice? "The bad guy?" I asked. If I'm the bad guy, I'll be the cool one right? Does that mean I have to get on Aunty's bad side? "Well, the first scenario could be you having a boyfriend already, then my parents wouldn't even think of getting us married off." He said. I was already shaking my head. "If you want me to commit suicide that bad, I will, but not that way..." He sighed. "Okay, what if I'm the one that has a girlfriend?" I lifted my eyebrows. All cultures go easy on guys though, right? "What's that going to accomplish?" I asked. "It'll accomplish a lot." A loud bell rang, and Sheath looked back. "It's the first bell. I'm gonna find you at... lunch." He said, inching away looking behind me. My shoulders grew heavy... Somebody was on me, and I heard her voice clearly, as she said, "Samaar, Samaar, Samaar. What happened to lowering your gaze?" I turned to my right slowly, narrowing my eyes and saw Yusra. She used to go to Islamic School with me till grade nine. "YUSRA?" I yelled, surprised. I saw Sheath leave at the corner of my eyes. He was walking up the hill to the entrance. I hugged her so tight, she gagged. "I thought I was gonna die of loneliness! Yay yay yay! Yusra's here!" She was still gagging. "Samaar.... my neck..." I let go, and gave her my puppy eyes. "What classes are you in? Huh? Huh?" I asked impatiently. She sighed. "I told you to stop overdosing on sugar early in the morning, didn't I?" She said looking at me with a helpless expression. Yusra was my best friend and my best sister. "Wait... I didn't eat chocolate this morning though..." At this moment all my energy drained out. "I want some chocolate..." Yusra laughed, and she asked me what classes I had, so I told her, and she told me hers. We had three out of four classes together surprisingly. "By the way... Who was that guy you were talking to you?" After smiling for so long, my mouth twisted, and my shoulders drooped. "Ugh. He's just some sadistic guy that's... Since you're my best friend, and I've known you for over seven years, I trust you, so I'll tell you. But... at lunch!" I said, dragging her to school with me. We surprisingly had three out of four classes together. Except my first class was going to be without her, but I wasn't scared Besides, what's the worst that could happen? |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:15am On Feb 22, 2015 |
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Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 11:27am On Feb 22, 2015 |
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Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 12:34pm On Feb 22, 2015 |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 2:15pm On Feb 22, 2015 |
Samaar walks into her first period class, and recognizes no one. She went up to the history teacher, and greeted him. He smiled, and told her to take a seat near the door. It was the second seat in the first column. She sat down, and felt a poke from someone behind. Samaar turned around and saw a girl with brown hair and hazel eyes smile at her. She was wearing contacts, and Samaar smiled back. "Hey! You new??" The girl asked with excitement. Samaar nodded. "Same here!" She said. "I'm Samaar. What about you? Is the class usually this noisy?" Samaar asked trying to make chit chat. "My name's Alora and who knows? The teacher doesn't give a shit anyways." She looked like she was African. Her brown hair was straight and pretty. Samaar grinned. "Do you like history?" Samaar asked. Alora nodded. "I love it. It's probably the only subject I love learning about. How 'bout you?" She asked. "Same here. I love learning about wars for some reason. Don't know why though." She laughed, and so did Samaar. Before they knew it they spent the half the period talking. Alora was indeed African, and she was also an orphn who was living with her aunt. After their History class ended, Alora and Samaar parted. Before leaving the class, Samaar looked around once again, searching for someone. She wasn't sure who she was searching for. But after leaving the class, she realized she was searching for Sheath unconsciously. Samaar's POV What was I doing? Was I actually searching for that jerk? I probably didn't have enough sleep. No wonder my mind's wondering around. I got to my second period class and sat next to Yusra. Yusra saw me, and grinned. We went to her locker at lunch and sat down next to it. "Now. Tell me about that sadisic prince of yours." Yusra said, stuffing a sandwich into her mouth. "Prince? What's so good about him anyways? I actually saw girls flirting with him before second period." I said. Yusra was still chewing on her food. After a moment she answered. "You probably don't know, but he's actually pretty popular. He's nice, hot and he's super smart." At this point I was eating the rice my mom packed me, and I chocked. "H-Hot?" I asked, and she nodded. "You don't see it? And he's super nice too. He likes keeping his distance though. Wow Samaar, you really don't know a thing about that guy, and you're interested in him. But wait, I thought you hated guys... what's up with this crush of yours?" Yusra asked. I would have laughed if I wasn't too busy mentally stabbing Sheath. Yusra just called him my crush... my crush... now that is indeed hilarious. "It's not a crush." I said calmly. There was a couple in front of us making out. I turned away, and looked Yusra straight into her eyes. "It's a marriage." I whispered. Yusra stood still, then broke out laughing. "Samaar, you look a little pale, and you're saying something with that face. It's like you have a disease or something. Besides I don't believe you." She said, taking another bite of her sandwich. I sighed, and put my hands on my forehead, "It's not like that. I'm actually pretty serious." "Serious about what?" She asked. "He's my fiance." "Yeah, right." I smacked Yusra on her face. "I told you I'm serious." I said with a lazy expression. Somehow Yusra finally got it, and swallowed her food. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 2:21pm On Feb 22, 2015 |
"Samaar.... CONGRATULATIONS!" She jumped me with a hug. I almost died of suffocation. "Yusra, I thought you were... praying... for my happiness!" She was hugging me to the extent of taking my life. "I am! May Allah grant you all the happiness in the world!" "I dislike guys!" "I know, and now I shall help you love them!" "You insane woman. Just try doing that, and you'll see someone dead earlier than you expect." I said, calmly. "You and your death threats... Jeez. So tell me from the beginning." She asked with genuine happiness on her face. I told her, and she started frowning at the end. "You guys both want to break it off?" I nodded. "I'm sorry, but marriage just isn't my thing. Besides I don't want to be forced into something I oppose." I said. "Did you even tell your parents that you don't want to get married?" I shook my head. "How in the world am I supposed to do that?" Yusra pulled her gold hijab forward, and pushed her hair back into her hijab. "Well, you're right. It isn't really easy. Especially if his mom is that nice to you." She got up, and dusted her yellow, gold skirt. She was wearing a black top that said, 'Make Love, Not War' in silver. She picked up her bag, and told me to follow her the the bathroom, and I did. After fixing her hijab, she cursed at her silky hair for popping out all the time. Yusra was pakistani, and she loved learning about Islam. She had her own world of Korean dramas and Japanese anime. She even got me into it at one point, and when I get bored, I watch a couple of Korean dramas. They're classic, and amazing. But once people watch it, they get too addicted to stop. She started telling me about the school's MSA. I didn't even know what it was. "It's a Muslim Student Association." She said putting her pin onto her hijab. "Wanna take a guess at who made it?" I shook my head. "As if I know every single Muslim in this school asides from you... Wait YOU made it?" Yusra turned to me and laughed. "I would have never have come up with the idea, you loser.... My crush did." I raised my right eyebrow. "Excuse me, Mrs. Yusra Sheikh. But who might this lucky man be?" I asked grinning. "You wouldn't know. Actually you would. He's a loud guy. But then again, you've only been in this school for about three hours." We left the bathroom, and I kept begging Yusra to tell me his name. "Tell me, tell me, tell me! Yusra, that's so unfair!" Yusra turned to me smiling. "Stop acting like a brat Samaar. I'll show you him... after you join the MSA!" Yusra said. I frowned, "You'r blackmailing me? How rude!" I scowled. My scowl turned into a smile. "Okay! I will! Insha'Allah!" I heard someone laughing and knew the voice was familiar. It was Alora, and she saw me, and waved. I waved back. After talking about Physics, Yusra and me turned a corner as we started going towards my locker. I spotted Sheath, and so did Yusra. Sheath was with his friends. He was laughing, when one of the whispered something to him. Then the whole group started nudging Sheath, and teasing him. I looked around him, and saw a white girl with brown hair walk past them as she smiled at Sheath. Sheath blushed, and Yusra smirked. I looked at her, "I wonder if he still likes her?" Yusra asked, as we started walking past them. Sheath liked her? It's only expected that no Muslim boy would fall for a Muslim girl. For some reason, guys never have the nerve to ask hijabis out, and I've already had proof of it. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Cybershow(m): 2:33pm On Feb 22, 2015 |
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Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 12:12am On Feb 23, 2015 |
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Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 4:37pm On Feb 23, 2015 |
They're all fobs deep inside who want to try to abandon their culture. Yup. But it's only obvious guys would go after beautiful girls. She looked smart too. I feel sorry for the girls who have creeps after them. "Oh, so he likes he...r?" I said, as someone grabbed onto my arm. I was facing Yusra, and felt extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't a girl grabbing my arm. Yusra was alarmed, and I was dumbfounded as I turned to see Sheath. A guy... is touching me. A guy is touching me. Why in the world is a guy touching me?My left fist clenched, and he let go, realizing my threatening aura. "I need to talk to you." He said. At the side I saw Yusra judging weather she should leave to give us some privacy or stay to protect me from this beast. In the end... "Samaar, I'm gonna go ahead to my locker. I left my wallet in there. And Sheath just try missing tomorrow's MSA meeting. I dare you to try." She turned to leave me and Sheath along. That traitor. "What?" I said, sternly, while I turned to him. For some reason I got pissed off at him in the last full minute. He turned around looking back at his group of friends who hadn't realized he left and then turned back to me. "We'll hold back destroying our so-called future relationship... until later on." He said, lowering his voice while looking around. Is he trying to hide our so- called relationship? "Why?" I said loud, and sternly. He finally looked straight into my eyes. "Because I want to spend my last year in this school in peace." He started coughing. From this morning, he looked like he needed a pillow rather then education. "What about me? You're a year older then me. After you're done school, you can move out and leave and everything will be solved. But I'd have to wait another year to get some peace." He was looking down straight into my eyes, and I turned away. Goodness, doesn't he know how to lower his gaze? My cheeks were flushed. I don't know how he was looking at me, but it felt weird. "Okay, if that's how you feel then. Why don't we wait until our actual marriage date is brought up then?" His tone changed, and he was speaking more quietly. I didn't dare look at him. "But... What if they get us engaged?" I whispered to myself. I wasn't asking him that question. I was asking myself. But he answered anyways. "Don't sweat the small stuff." He said, coughing again. Oh. Okay. "Hey!" Sheath screamed. I looked up, and saw a guy hugging Sheath. "Sheathy, you're secretly talking to a girl eh?" The guy said, smiling at me. I stared back, expressionless. "Finally cheating on your crush?" The guy asked, with his eyes glued to me. I turned to Sheath, and he smacked the guy on his head. "Shut it, Josh." Sheath said in a rough voice. "Oww! Sheathy!" The so-called Josh said. Josh tried hugging Sheath again, but Sheath pushed him away again. Josh scowls, and turns to me, and he extends his hand out to me, and says, "I'm Josh! What about you?" He asked, excited. Ugh.... Another guy. I am not shaking his hand. Nope. Never. No matter how nice he is. I continued staring at him. He looked like a puppy. He was about the same hieght as Sheath, and he had dark brown hair, and brown playful eyes. Josh wiggled his arm in front of me, and I was about to lift my hand, but Sheath already grabbed Josh's shoulder, and turned him around. "Don't go touching other people's girlfriends." Sheath whispered to him. Was I not supposed to hear that? What the hell just.... happened? "Meet me at the front entrance after school, okay?" Sheath said from afar. Sheath was still holding onto Josh tight like a dog on a leash. I put my head down, and looked straight at the ground. What the hell is that supposed to mean? I heard Josh's voice in the distance, "Hey!" He said looking straight at me and waving. "You look gorgeous!" He was at the end of the hall already, and the hallway was pretty empty. I turned around, and tried to fan the heat from my face away. Stupid Sheath. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 4:41pm On Feb 23, 2015 |
ATTENTION ALL READERS: Salaam! I haven't touched my work yet... because I realized people actually like his character. Well originally, Sheath was supposed to be a cold hearted person but honestly it takes a lot of time for me to build onto that type of character... especially since I suck at thinking about good plots -_-- So instead I'm sticking with the shy, nice, smart, but offensive Sheath. Yeah he doesn't stay good all the way! hehehee... I was joking. I write my stories with a weird flow, so even I don't know what happens next! ^.^ Okay, enough of me talking! WAIT! I shall warn each and every single one of you -I DISLIKE EDITING MY WORK- I'm sorry Samaar's pov I can't find it.... Where did I put it? WHERE THE HELL IS MY ERASER? I sat their concentrating with all my heart on my math homework, but my eraser runs away. Really Eraser, really? I was sitting in the living room on the dining table. Aunty and Uncle were gone out to dinner with my parents. My little sister, Sarah, was with my parents too. If she was left here with us, she'd be crying every second until mom came back. My head was hurting like crazy because for the first time in my life... I opened a book. It was only Sheath, Aakifah and me in the house. A book? More like bad luck. I wanted to start off grade eleven as the best year of my life. I was dedicated, and full of energy. But was I going to do good this year? Nope. I have this dedication and energy every September, but in the end it disappears by October. Aakifah was upstairs taking a bath. And Sheath was... doing some..thing. Wait I'm not his wife or anything. Why the hell would I care what he does?? It's only been a full week since school started. And tomorrow, Monday, is supposed to be the day I get to walk into an MSA. I wonder what an MSA is like. Our old school never even had a Muslim Student Association. It had a Christan and Jew Student Association. But I guess it made sense, since there were absolutely no Muslims in that school except me, and a couple of other girls, and also my best friends. Aakifah was shy so she only hung out with her friends. But I was different, I'd go from table to table, and talk my head off. It was truly my one and only flaw. My mom was actually worried about me being a little too social. 'What if you start talking to bad influence and you don't even realize it??' That's what my mom said, but honestly I'm not that dumb. I know my limits. But this year will be different, Insha'Allah. I'll do everything in my power not to cause any trouble. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. There was thunder outside too. Ha! I'm not afraid of thunder.... but I am extremely scared of Jins.... To a certain extent. I got up, and walked to the fridge which was the room right beside the dining room and saw... Sheath. He was wiping his face with a towel and his hair was leaking wet. I was a little too cautious of him because of all the manga and anime I've been watching and reading. But then again... manga's and anime's are full of exaggerations. Just what the hell was I thinking. Samaar think straight. All I wanted was my beautiful and most delicious pudding. Why must you be here, Sheath? Why? I was probably glaring at him, because the next thing I knew, he was staring right at me with an expressionless face. I relaxed my scrunched up face, and grabbed a fudge pudding out of the fridge. Yeah, that's right. Not even Sheath can separate me and my pudding. I pray for the person who invented pudding. it's the cure to all my problems, especially marriage. Well, it's not like me and Sheath are being forced. We still have a choice... but we don't really know how to choose... Sheath was still standing there, when he finally grabbed a cooled water bottle from the fridge, and started walking away. The doorbell rang. It can't be our parents, they just left half an hour ago. I was walking without noticing it, and my arms extended out to open the door. Sheath didn't move from his spot. He was still standing there. The door opened, and a guy with a layered cut and ear piercings was standing right in front of me. He was drenched wet, and by the time he pushed himself past me while grinning, Aakifah came running downstairs. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Cybershow(m): 10:00pm On Feb 23, 2015 |
Merryking:U wlcm |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Komzzy1(f): 7:11am On Feb 24, 2015 |
I love ds story |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 10:49am On Feb 24, 2015 |
Komzzy1:thanks |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 8:50pm On Feb 24, 2015 |
"Samaar, did mom come back yet?" Aakifah asked. She stopped, looking from me to Sheath to the guy who walked in on his own. "Subhee..." Aakifah said slowly and quietly. Wait, who? "Subhee... What are you doing home this early?" Sheath asked. "Which one is your wife, little bro?" Little bro? Is he... the brother who's supposed to be studying in America? Wait... WHAT'S WRONG WITH CANADA? How dare you abandon your own country! Boys... suck no matter what. "My what?" Sheath asked, raising his eyebrows. "Your wife." This Subhee guy was already sitting down in the guest room. I closed the door behind me, and noticed who Subhee was staring at. It wasn't Sheath. It wasn't me, but it was Aakifah. Did those two know each other? He was smiling at Aakifah. Not grinning, but smiling. Aakifah returned the favour with a disgusted look. She turned around, and started walking away. "I'm not married yet." Sheath said confidently. "You will be.. right after you graduate from high school." His older brother replied back. A year later? "At the most, you'll probably be engaged.. I guess." Ugh. My memory is too foggy. I don't remember meeting him or Sheath when I was a kid. How does Aakifah remember? "You still love your pudding, don't you Samaar." I was still holding onto my beloved cup of pudding. "Yes! Of cour.... Wait. How do you know that?" I asked him. He had three peircings on each ear, and dark brown hair covering his eyes. He was wearing baggy wet clothes. Was he really Sheath's brother? "So... Why did you come home? Weren't you in America? Studying?" Sheath questioned. Subhee rested his head on the couch and closed his eyes and sighed. "The only food I got was cupped noodles and junk food. You think I'd let it happen for my second year in universary?" "That's the reason you came back? Food??" Sheath said in disbelief. I looked at Sheath, and saw him looking at his older brother with worry. At this moment I realized something. Two guys. One girl. Haraam. Ugh. I don't wanna go to hell because of creatures such as guys. It's a disgrace to me and my pudding. I left the room, grabbing a spoon from the kitchen and my books from the table. I didn't have a third hand to carry my bag. I'll come back down for it later. All of a sudden, Sheath was beside the table. He motioned for me to hand him my bag. "I'll carry it for you." He said. His brother was already walking up the stairs. "O..kay." I said. My bag was filled with textbooks. I didn't receive my locker yet. Yusra's class was all the way at the other side of school. I wouldn't really have enough time to get to class early if walking to her locker took me at least three minutes. The next day It was lunch time, and I was already at the MSA meeting room. The president.. was not there. So the vice president had to take over. It was a nice meeting. People were talking, and planning. They were talking about the year end field trip. They had to raise up a lot of money, and do fundraisers too. At least that's what Yusra told me at the end of the meeting. Sheath was there with Josh. They were sitting at the front. They were laughing like a pair of idiots. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 8:53pm On Feb 24, 2015 |
After school, I started walking home on my own. That was one of the requirements. We could be dropped off at school, but we had to walk home after school. My dad didn't agree with my mom. He told my mom I'm a girl. And my mom assured him I'd be fine. Since my dad started working again, his hours weren't really that flexible. Neither were Uncle's hours. So it was fine. Sheath would usually come late, because he always walked home with Josh, who happened to live right across the street from us. Our school was a nice long thirty minute walk from home. "Samaar!" I turned around and saw Sheath running towards me. I stopped, and he caught up. "What happened to Josh?" I asked sternly. I obviously saw myself as being the most angriest girl on earth when I was with guys. I just didn't like them... at all! Ever since I was eight years old. "Well today I had to ditch him because of that family dinner we're having, remember?" That was today?? I thought it was on Friday! Wait.. today is Friday. He was out of breath, but recovered quickly. That means we have to clean the house till there's nothing left. It was funny how I became immune to cleaning in that house. I felt guilty staying there for free, so I used to help Auntie and mom with food and cleaning. While I was in my own thoughts, Sheath was quiet. "Hey.. " He said. "What?" I said, realizing my girlie tone. Uh-Oh. He obviously didn't notice or care. "You really love glaring, don't you?" "Why would you say that?" "Cuz that's all you do." I grinned. "Well obviously. I hate smiling." "It's sunnah." "I know. I don't need a guy to tell me that." He faced me and laughed. "So you glare cuz you hate guys." "Extremely." He started laughing again. "What? Can't a girl live with her own hatred??" He didn't ask why, and I was glad. Because I didn't really know how to explain it. "You hating guys is kind of pointless though..." He said, looking at the ground. I looked up a him. "Excuse me?" "For the next part of your life, you'll need one, won't you?" "For what?" "For everything." "I don't believe so. If it's about money, I can work. If it's about children, I can adopt them. If it's about life, I've got one." "If it's about love?" "Then I'll love myself twice as much." "You narcissist." "Repeat it one more time, and I'll smack you across the face." I said sternly. He laughed, and said "No thanks." He was looking down again. "And let me guess, you joined the MSA because Yusra asked you to?" He asked. "Even if she didn't tell me... If I knew public schools had MSA's I'd be the happiest girl on earth." "I joined it cuz the prez told me to." "Who exactly is the president?" I asked. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 9:04pm On Feb 24, 2015 |
"Omar." "Oh." I still don't know him. He's not in any of my classes. "Grade twelve." Sheath said, reading my mind. I guess it wasn't that bad... talking to a guy... suspicious. It was as hot as hell and we finally got home some time later. "Assalamualykum." I said entering the house with Sheath. "Walaykumassalaam." My aunt and mom said in harmony. They were cooking in the kitchen as they peeked out and saw me and Sheath. "Oh, you guys came together?" My mom asked, "Sort of." Sheath said. "Aunty, you look really nice today." He said to my mom, smiling. My mom was wearing new clothes. They were royal blue with silver linings. "Jazak'Allah, Sheath! Aww, your son is so cute." Sheath gave a little kid-ish smile. Okay, I can't lie.. It was sort of cute. But I still glared at him. He saw me glaring and grinned at me. Is he trying to get me angry? Cuz it's working. The things I have to deal with in this house... I sighed. ...I still don't get that Subhee guy. |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 9:16pm On Feb 24, 2015 |
Wow this story is so interesting, am following, pls rid on |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 3:25pm On Feb 25, 2015 |
DiAmOnDBaSh:thanks |
Re: What The Future Predict.. (A Love Story) by Nobody: 8:58pm On Feb 25, 2015 |
Subhee was walking around the house, looking for something to do. He was no longer wearing his piercings and his hair was cut a little shorter and smarter. Samaar and Aakifah were dressing Sarah up. Even after crying a whole bucket of tears, they couldn't get Sarah to keep quiet. Sheath's mom knocked on the door and came in. "Do you guys need some help with Sarah?" Sheath's mom asked. Samaar nodded, and Aakifah handed Sarah to Sheath's mom. Sarah instantly became quiet and soon she was asleep in the living room in Samaar's lap. Samaar kept watch of her, and looked out of the corner of her eyes to find Subhee straightened up. She was shocked. But that wasn't it, he was talking to Aakifah in the hallway. What are they talking about? Samaar thought. Samaar's POV Well I guess I should ask Aakifah some day. I lifted Sarah up, and took her into my arms. I'll put her asleep upstairs. I was almost to the stairs when I ran into Sheath. I backed away from Sheath with my eyes directly on Sarah. Please don't tell me she's awake.... Please don't tell me she's awake! And that's when it happened her startled fragile little body awoke and she cried like no tomorrow. I stood their tired, and decided I wouldn't even try putting her back to sleep. My task was to handle a small baby... a SMALL baby, and I couldn't even handle her. I looked up at Sheath. He was a little startled as he hesitantly took reached for Sarah. "Sorry..." He whispered. He took Sarah, and started walking up the stair. She cried and cried as I followed him. Sheath and me entered my parents room where Sarah slept with them. There were a bunch of stuffed animals laying around. She was only about a few months, but she had a billion toys. "Sarah, mom loves you so much she brought you a billion toys but all you ever do is cry." My parents never brought me and Aakifah any toys because they were very stingy I guess. "She doesn't even know what goes on, you can't blame her." Sheath said, lying her down on her blanket on the ground. He sat down right next to her, and I sat down on the bed. She was still crying. "Yeah I know. She can't even get used to her own two older sisters, but she can get used to your mom in a second. That's so unfair. I'll never ever have kids!" I shuddered and realized what I said to Sheath. What the hell? "That's cuz you're acting like a kid. Obviously you think like that." "Excuse me!" I said with an attitude and turned to Sarah. Sheath got up and found Sarah's pacifier. He went to the bathroom and washed it. He came back out, and it almost seemed as if Sarah snatched the pacifier from Sheath. Sheath laughed and Sarah was closing her eyes again. "Hey... did our family ever meet when we were young?" I asked Sheath. He didn't turn to me and kept his focus on Sarah. "Yeah.. A lot." He answered quietly. "You don't remember?" He asked. "Nope." I answered "I was nine years old back then and our families went to a cottage in the summer. You should be able to remember us. Unless your memory sucks to the max." He smirked. "Heh! You sure know how to talk to a girl. If it was that cottage... I remember meeting a family over their... but you weren't there." I said finally. "It's only natural you wouldn't remember seeing me there since you cried every time you saw me." "Hey! I wasn't a crybaby." "You were. I knew it better than anyone else." "Right! I believe you." "Your red shoes..." |
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