Chapter 1: Chapter 1

My face was covered with a veil that I could barely see through the veil. As they drove me to my matrimonial home, I shed tears, not the tears of joy. The was a day that I dread. A day that I wish not to see, a day that I don't wish to see it.

‘I'm not ready for this. I don't love him. I don't know him.’ I mused to myself.

Why will my own father do this to me? Why will he marry me off to a man I don't even know much about? This doesn't even make sense. I've never seen him before. All I know was his name, Aasim.

The car stopped and we sorted out of the car. We walked into the house and strolled upstairs. I couldn't see anything, but my henna designed feet. I could hear a lot of different voices of women praying for my marriage.

My aunties took me to my room. They did their last marital advice and left. "Ya Hafsa I'm going to miss yo.u" Layla hugged me. She patted my back one last time before finally leaving also.

I was left with my two of friends, Anisa and Amira. "Hafsa you have to stop crying please. Calm down." Amira tried to console me. "You’re telling me to calm down? Do you know what this means? It means I married someone I do not love.”

"Sabr my sister, sabr (patience)" anisa muttered. "Hafsa it's time for us to go. Your husband will be here anytime soon." Amira got to her feet, picking up her bag. "No please, please I'm begging. Stay with me." I pleaded but it was avail. "Hafsa let go of my hand." Amira tried to free her hand but I was holding it tight.

She finally escaped from my hold and they ran out. "Oh no, now I'm alone." I muttered, shaking my head. What will I do now? How will I look at him? I will surely push his throat if he was the one that told our parents he’s interested in me.

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I finally gave up and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I came out shortly and plumped down on the bed. I sighed as I remembered what happened before.

Why will baba get me married at this early age, I'm just 19 for crying out loud. I really felt bad for breaking up with my boyfriend, Ismail. I hope he's fine....

This man that baba married me off to, I don't even know him. All I know is his name. I've never even seen him before. He never showed up at my house talk more of getting to know each other. Ya Rabb help me.....

"Salamu alaikum. (Peace be upon you.)" The door got opened and a tall Man came in. I slowly turned my head to where he was standing. I gaped openly as I observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. He had that kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. on either side of his straight nose were two blazing hazel eyes. Spiked, warm brown fringed with smooth green. His dark brows were actually graceful, but currently furrowed in a frown. Probably because he doesn't want to see me.

I averted my gaze, finally coming to my senses and answered his greetings. This guy gave me goosebumps.