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Mum...hang on a sec. I know your excited...'
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excited?!!!! habibti, ya allah, this is the happiest thing since I got married!' Ma'ha's Mom Yelled.
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Uhm, Shireen, Honey, slow down. I think Ma'ha's got something to say..'
Well Nah...Ma'ha thought. What was wrong with her lately? Since when had she turned into such a...urghh!
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Ummi, I think me and Jamil need to talk first..its halal for him to kinda, interview me...im not sure if were gonna click. I need to make sure of a few things...'
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Course, hunny. But I have to be there, you know, to make sure. We'll call him in, and you can talk ' a smile broke out on Shireen's aged face. This was bliss...every cloud has a silver lining, but this cloud, this little cloud here, had a lining of gold. Tears threatened to embarass her, she wasnt one to cry easily, and she blinked them back.
Ma'ha's face became beetroot red. Thank god her mom was gonna be there.
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Uhm....sure. Ill...go, eh, call him?'
Ma'ha heard them call out their approval as she hurriedly ran upstairs to check herself..quickly, she reapplied her gloss and fixed her hair and made sure her nose wasnt shiny..then she stole downstairs and crept into the living room like a cat, hoping he wouldnt notice her...in fact, she hadnt noticed, but, she had her eyes squeezed tight shut!
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Aw..ehm, hey! Didnt see you there babe...I MEAN, stakfirullah...i..didnt..know'
Gosh, why was he such being such a god darned idiot?
He had seemed to lose his ability to talk to girls cooly..wait, this wasnt
a girl, this was
the girl...which made it all the more scarier...but hey, she looked like she'd just seen a jinn!
Ma'has uncle, Husam, was mortifieeeeeed! Yeah, sure he was ancient, but right now, he felt like a teenager who was being left out of a conversation...haha ,what was that thing he used to say...its an A, B conversation...C yourself out..he laughed out loud suddenly.
Dammit!
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UNCLE!' Ma'ha yelled. Why had she just yelled it anyway? Cuz it was so sudden...or maybe cuz she was relieved. '
Whats funny?'
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Nothing, baby, nothing. Now what did you want?'
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She wanted me...ehh..right?' Jamil felt his palms go kinda sweaty. WHY????? K, maybe a little bit of the flirt factor could be used here...he had to win this woman!
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Yeah...lets go to the other room...NO, I MEAN,, my mums there....' She looked up accidently for the first time and met Jamil's eyes. For a moment she felt like an electric current surged up her and she had to touch her head to make sure her hair wasnt standing on end, which, for some reason, made Jamil laugh. He got up and towered over her, and she melted like a snowman in Mexico.
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You go..f-first. B-be my guest!' She gestured towards the door and Jamil was now definately sure that she liked him..and he liked her! Couldnt be easier, right? Women. He rolled his eyes and stopped at the kitchen door.
He laughed sheepishly.
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Eh...Ladies first! You get it over with and stuff and I'll come and say my grand speech laters...yeh?'
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Nice try...p-please go in.'
Jamil felt his heart skip a beat. God she was gorgeous. Floor, floor, floor!
Aww, bless, she was shy!
Mashallah, she was such a lady. He doubted she had even
looked at another guy. Perfecto.
Inside, they both took a seat, facing each other (WHY, they both thought) and their mums sat at the end of the table, pretending they werent listening.
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So, Uhhh...Wait a sec, I dont even know your name. Mines Jamil...Obviously'
D'OH! He kicked himself under the table.
Cute, Ma'ha thought. He thought of her first. Suddenly, she felt comfortable and confident. They were meant to be, destiny, this is what Allah wanted, so she might as well go along with it. She knew he'd changed..she could just feel it, he radiated it.
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Im Ma'ha...I guess we better get started then..ehm...So, why did you wanna marry me?'
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Cuz your sweet...and my best friends sister...may allah rest his soul, and religious and...welll...your kinda really beautiful. Mashllah. I wasnt flirting by the way, jus telling the truth.'
He couldnt resist!
Ok all i can manage for now..more later...

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