We were like that for a long time. Just sitting and not saying much. After the last thing Yessin said, I didn't respond and he didn't ask further. It was like we felt when to stop and when to talk. I looked up and saw him looking somewhere with a frown. I just poked his side and he snapped out of his daydream.

"What is he doing here?!" I heard Aneel snap and I stood up when I saw him coming over to us. I knew that he has this annoying short temper so I grabbed his wrists and let him look at me. When he finally did, I gave him a glance which told him to shut up and he didn't say anything else.

"He is welcome here Aneel, always" I said and Aneel shook his head before protesting like a little kid.

"Are you out of your mind?! They kidnapped you! They hurt you! How can you be so comfortable around them? What if-" he said but I interrupted him. It was enough.

"You are the one who got me involved in this. You are the reason I got kidnapped. And you are the person who hurt me the most" I said, feeling bad that I lied about the last sentence I told him, before turning to Yessin. He looked at me, asking with his eyes if I needed help but I shook my head. He then gave my shoulder a squeeze and made his way out of the door. When he was gone I sighed before walking away. But of course Aneel had to grab my hand.

"I am sorry.." he whispered looking anywhere but my eyes. He intwined our fingers and I really wanted to hug him.

"For what exactly?" I asked him. I really didn't know. I mean, we never talked that much. I didn't even know what page we were on.

"For everything.. I was always so fuc-"

"Language" I said and he rolled his eyes.

"I was always so 'mean' to you, and I am really sorry" he said, emphasizing the word mean as if to ask if that was right. I thought about all the things he said. He called me bad things, threatened me.. I didn't know if I could ever forgive him for that. I didn't know if I was able to forgive my past. He did good things too. He stood up for me. He was there for me. But still, the feeling hurt was stronger than happiness.

"Aneel.." I said placing my hands on his cheeks. He looked up at me and I felt immediately a pang inside me. His eyes, his eyes just showed so much regret.

"Aneel, we both need time. I understand why you did it all. I mean, you went through Hell too. But we need time to fix things between us. It's not that easy and you know that" I said and he nodded.

"I know, I just wanted you to know that I am really sorry" he said and I kissed his nose. He smirked lightly before hugging me. This guy was going to be my death.

"Let's call Hamza to tell him to come with his wife?" he asked me when I was thinking about what I was thinking but snapped out of it and smiled and nodded. I hadn't seen Masara since I got back with Aneel. I also wanted to thank her. Just for staying with me and being there for me m. Aneel sat down on the couch before calling Hamza.

"Hamza get your wife and come here" he said and I rolled my eyes. Really now? Who does he think he is? Its a human he was talking to. I grabbed the phone out of his hand and ignored his protests.

"Hamza, sorry for Aneel's inappropriate behaviour. We just invite you guys to come over you know, to hang out or something?" I said, not really sure. I mean, I'd never invited someone that way. Don't blame me. Hamza just laughed and I heard Masara's voice at the background.

"Its okay, I am used to it. Give us twenty minutes" he said and we ended the call.

"That's how you invite someone" I said, not really caring that it was my first time. Aneel rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to lean with our backs against the couch. We sat like that for what felt like hours. His scent, it was like everywhere. It was so good.. so comforting..

"What are you thinking of?" I asked him after a while. He just smiled and when he was about to say something, the doorbell rang. I went over to open it and saw Masara and Hamza with a bouquette with them. Masara handed it to me and my eyes widened.

"You are supposed to take it, you know" she said smiling and I grabbed it, smiling back. I welcomed them and took the flowers with me to the kitchen to put them in a vase. If I could find one of course. I was still smiling and still in shock. No, its not weird. Don't laugh, its just.. I had never received flowers from anyone before

I made some tea and grabbed some cookies and put them on plates. Aneel came and watched me.

"You know, its rude to just stare and not help" I said and he smirked, before coming over and taking the plate from me with an intense gaze.

"All you need to do is ask babe" he said and I felt like I needed to run and scream for a bit because of the tingles inside. I went after him with the last things and I settled next to Aneel.

"So, I am sorry for leaving without saying anything Sahra but this idiot Hamza guy dragged me out of the house" Masara said and she earned a smack on her arm from Hamza.

"How dare you to do that?!" she said before slapping Hamza's chest who just laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist. I couldn't help but smile the whole time. They were like Tom and Jerry. Always fighting but you couldn't separate them.

"Shut up, you love me" he said and she smiled before nodding her head.

"I do" she said and just smiled at him and I didn't know where to look. They were so cute.

After a while Masara mentioned to me to follow her and we went to the balcony. Just when I was about to ask what was wrong, she started.

"Tell me. Tell me, and don't lie"

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Final Editing Done (04-11-2016)

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YOU CAN FIND THE EDITED 'ISLAM IS MY LIFE' LESSONS IN A SEPARATE BOOK ON MY PROFILE.

Islam is my Life:)

A bit lame but yeah..

Ive had lately too much the question about Hijab and wearing clothes. Hijab will be another topic, and I really need to search through my old documents (I once wrote an article about that) to find some information cause I really worked hard on that. Anyway, today am gonna tell about clothes.
What if you see a sister wearing too tight or too short? What if a sister asks you how to wear cause she really doesnt know? To answer these kind of questions we need to actually know how we need to be dressed. For non-muslims: we muslims need to wear our clothes in a way that we arent attractive for the opposite sex. We cant wear clothes that say 'I am here' or too tight or too short. We cant let see the shape of our bodies which the opposite sex (sometimes even the same) find attractive. Anyway, for example. Wait, I really am not trying to hurt someone or criticise you. I care too much about you guys doing haraam, or actually not knowing, so thats why I am telling this. Please, no one needs to feel offended. Anyway, for example. You walk on the street. You have shorts on. A tank top. Everywhere are people. Everywhere are guys. Guys look. Disgusting men look. How would you feel? Good? I wouldnt. I wouldnt feel good. I wouldve felt bad. Naked. I dont want people to look at my body. I dont want people think stuff about my body. I only care that that 1 person sees my beauty. No one else needs. Maybe is my intention good by wearing tight jeans and just a t-shirt, but we never can trust the outside.
What if you were a guy. You have this beautiful wife. Wears short stuff. Tight stuff. Boys look. Have dirty thoughts about YOUR wife. How would you feel? You would get mad right? No one can look at your wife, right?
So please girls, the rules of Islam arent there to actually forbid everything for you just because it can. It all has reasons. For our own good. If you really want no one to look at you, please search the fault by yourself, not by the men who look at you. Its your fault that they look, not theirs. You know Ive heard enough about 'guys are so disgusting! They look always and make rude comments' and than I am like, if you walk like that they would. These times I try to tell these girls in a respectful way that they have to cover themselves than but they always get mad. Why? Why would you get mad at me? Just because I am telling the thruth you dont like? Just because I am telling the thruth you dont wanna know? Or just because I am actually right and you cant stand that? No please, we all need to care about each other. So if a sister tells you when you are wrong, say okay and look at why she said that. Sometimes others see stuff you dont see.
So, when you wear jeans. Okay, try to wear a skirt a week. It doesnt need to be done in a second. You can build it up. Next week, cover your neck too. The other week, wear skirts 4 days, and you will see that one day you are fully wearing the Hijab. Force yourself, push yourself. I did that too. I wore always jeans cause I didnt like wearing skirts cause it wasnt comfortable. But since I started teaching children at the masjid, I saw that they took me as an example so since than, I started wearing skirts on the days I needed to go to the masjid. Than I started wearing it at school a few days. Now I am wearing them all the time. If you have the intention and you really want it, it will happen in shaa Allah. Know that all the people who are younger than you take you as an example, directly or indirectly. So we as muslims sisters have to teach them right.
Dont let anyone look at you, pearls need to be protected. All the beautiful things need to be protected. So protect yourself for just that man, for just that person who is meant to see your beauty, only him..