Published October 18, 2014 by katysoqewl

I think you’ve gotten enough of my background now but the story I want to tell you is not about my mum , it’s about ME AND MY LOVE OR SO I CALL IT LIFE..

I have a strong connection to my Allah and I hope and pray that it always stays that way, because I can’t imagine my life any other way..

I was attracted to Yahya by the way in which he carried himself and he had pretty good looks too. His knowledge was vast and although he never came out 1st or 2nd position in class, he was by far the cleverest in the class. He had a general knowledge I don’t think my grandfather has and with Qur’an, let’s just say he had a voice free of glitches.

I have no idea how I started liking him at all, it just sort of happened.
No one as in no one knew about my crush and it was better that way. Life was good until one day I decided to tell my “best friend” actually she fished it out of me. Within the next 7 days, rumour had it that Yahya and I were dating. I was shattered and heartbroken at the failure of trust in today’s society even amongst friends. I let this one slip through and overlooked or at least I seemed like I overlooked it.

Time slipped through my fingers and it was soon that I realized that she never confronted me about it or even showed the slightest guilt.. It was kind of strange because if that was me I would probably be on a guilt trip like every single day of my life. It was a typical day when Yahya emailed me and asked me if I have Watsapp. I told him I didn’t because I really didn’t want to talk to boys and abuse this phone privileges of mine…
But as always the truth caught up and he found out my guess who???? My best “friend”…. Either the fairy god mother hates me or I am just an unlucky soul.


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