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Being his halal

Being his halal

quakecanary

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Meet Hatina, a young muslimah who always dreamed of being loved, but anyone she loved never loved her back. Hatina always felt that the world hated her but still did not give up,although she had a rough childhood, she still believed in hope and Allah (SWT). Hatina who didn't know what to did with her life and doesn't have any dream only to day dream about her knight and shining armour. What else did life want from a nice, beautiful young muslimah that always knew life had more meaning than it gave. meet Annur, a muti -billionaire playboy who is daddy spoilt brat and a Muslim young man but also a loving guy by almost everyone he comes in contact with. he's a jovial, handsome man who has dreams and achievement. And also love to hang out around ladies(ladies lover). After all, every one can't be perfect right? But what happens when these two dislike each other just at the the first meeting and then are forced to marriage, wouldn't that be fire on the mountain? or would these two learn to grow fond of each other and and try to mend one another even after so many obstacle? will they fight for their love and will annur be able to give hatina back what she lost and deserved? Author: quakecanary Publisher: EasyReading

Chapter 1 No.1

Hatina

They say life is uneasy that life is complicated, but the thing is they don't understand anything about life. Some don't know the whole essence of life, of prayer, of iman, some do not know. Life can be sweet as honey and also as bitter as sorrow, but I guess not everyone knows what sorrow is, not everyone knows what it feels like to be abandoned, to not be Loved and that is just how my life is.

There's just this saying in my head like I have a lot of love to give, but it seems life isn't ready to accept it so what else do I do, I just have to keep up hope.

Annur

They say life is as sweet as honey and that's just how it is, life is simple, and no strings attached. At the same time life has its ups and downs. People do not know that because they judge by appearance, by looks, by character and not intention.

But the fact that people don't understand that and think they know a person while they don't.

I love to have fun but my parents don't accept my own idea of fun, doesn't mean it gonna stop me just because I love to hang out with ladies. That's my life.

Asalam my readers this is just a thriller so I hope its okay and understandable. I hope you guys read and like insha Allah .and I also know that its short but it will get better.

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"Hatina, hatina, hatina." Khalid my younger brother keeps on yelling my name.

"What is it, I told you to stop screaming my name like that." I tell him honestly.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to show you my new bicycle dad bought for me." He says in a low voice pulling me outside.

"You know, you still don't have to yell my name, all you needed was to come to my room"

"I'm sorry" he apologizes and I rough his hair.

"Aww its beautiful Khalid, really beautiful, now go spin it around." I tell him as we get outside.

"Yes I'll." my little brother said happily.

"Asalamualikum dad." I greet father as I see him coming out. "Wa alaikum salam my dear how are you." Dad replied.

"Am fine daddy."

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"Hatina can you come here now I want to talk to you." dad called me pulling me away from the kitchen.

"of course." I go to the living room meeting him, sitting on the couch, sipping his tea.

"Sit. What I want to tell you is very important and I dont know how you will take it but i and your mother have made a decision already so it all left to you now." Father said making my heart beat faster.

"Abba what is it you're making me scared." I tell him sincerely.

"Don't be scared, its about you getting married." When I heard that word 'marriage' my heart raced faster and I knew What was already happening.

"What do you mean sir" I ask him with full respect.

"I and your mother think its time you get married and we have already gotten a responsible family who is ready to take you in." I knew this day would come but I never thought it would be this easy and the fact that they have already chosen someone for me make me more scared.

"But abba you know how it is. I don't want to get married to someone that I barely know, no, I don't even know him I don't think I have ever

met him, how will I get married to someone I don't even know, how will I cope with that marriage abba." I spoke sincerely.

"Oh my dear I know it must be hard but trust in Allah and trust in me, do not loose faith in him because he will guide you through your good and bad, do not worry my dear, we know this family and I promise you they are a very responsible one."

"They might be but who know how there son will be. Abba am really sorry to disobey you but I'm not ready for marriage and I..."

"You must get married hatina because it is what i want and you must obey me. I don't know how long you're going to stay here don't you know you're not getting any younger. Don't you know how old you are?" my mom came out yelling.

Tears were already forming in my eye disabling me speaking . Why is she talking this way, I know I'm not getting any younger but I'm not old also, I'm just 23.

"But umma it's not fair, khadijah was allowed to marry the one of her choice why can't i also, and even before a marriage should happen the two are suppose to love each other and accept the marriage not being forced upon them." All through this abba didn't say anything. I glanced at him for help from ummah but no I was alone in this.

"Because she had brought someone before we talked about marriage to her and as a matter of fact do you have anyone in mind to get married to?" umma said. I don't know why umma always treats me this way, she would always shout at me and never listens to my own opinion, to her I'm too stupid to even make a decision.

Yes that part was correct I didn't have anyone to get married to because I didn't want to anymore also its not my fault anyone I meet its either they are irresponsible or not even taking me serious so I decided what's the use when I could just stay home and play with kahlid and visit Khadijah(my elderly sister).

I couldn't continue that conversation so I just left.

"I'm sorry Excuse me please." I say leaving the both of them.

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