The usual antiseptic smell of the hospital hit Asma's nostrils as they made their way to the receptionist desk.
"Hello, How can I help you?" Asked the strawberry blonde lady behind the desk with a smile
"Uhmm we have an appointment with Doctor Amir Al-ameen "
stated Ahmad looking at Asma who was clad in a Navy Blue hijab holding the strap of her bag tightly as her dull calculative eyes scrutinized her surroundings
"I am coming,let me check" came the lady's voice behind the desk as she goes through the desktop in front her.
"Name please"
"Asma Muhammad Zaeem"
said Ahmad her full name.
Nodded the blonde as her gaze went back to the computer
"Sorry sir but Doctor Al-ameen won't be available this week for some personal reason"said the receptionist apologetically,
Ahmad let out a frustrated sigh as his hands went through his already messed hair.
" Oh lord, how could this be, it took me five volumes of 'James Patterson' to bribe this girl here" muttered Ahmad slowly as he look at Asma
"Regardless you gonnah fulfill your promise" uttered Asma giving him a side glance
"Of course I am, am not a jerk you know" turning back to the receptionist he asked
"Can we make a new appointment with any available psychologist or therapist please"
"I really have no information if there's another psychologist or therapist,but let me call a nurse from the department and ask her about it"
"Please do so"
"Excuse me please"
said the receptionist dialing some codes on the telephone,using her hand to block the speaker she said to Ahmad
"It might take some time,can you please have a seat over there"pointed the blonde
"Come on"Ahmad led them to a seat opposite one couple who were openly acting all lovey-dovey
As they wait for the receptionist Asma started reciting some surahs that she memorized inaudibly as she look passed the couple opposite her.
"Ya Allah!"exclaimed one bubbly voice in panic as she made her appearance in the reception
" Oh Lord how am I this late? I definitely know I missed it. Okay I was busy sleeping Fateema asked and answered herself at the same time. Looking around she spotted Asma together with Ahmad seated on a bench.
"Asma is not mad at me right?No she can't be, No she won't be I know,Yes she is not" she chanted to herself as she made her way to where they sat.
"Salam alaikum Asma , Ahki Ahmad" greeted Fateema while sitting close to Asma.
"Walaikum salam"they answered in unison
"Am not that late right?" Asked fateema with a not so confident grin
" yes,you're not because the appointment couldn't hold due to some reasons"Explained Ahmad while assessing her peach colored hijab that matched with her caramel skin. 'The color really did suit her' said Ahmad in his mind
"Astagafurullah" he muttered slowly as he looked away
"Don't loose your chance" came Asma's voice which was heard by both Ahmad and Fateema
"Waiting for the perfect time"he whispered only for Asma to hear
"You might loose it"
"I won't insha Allah" he let out a sigh with a dreamy look,lost in the world of love.
"Hey! What are you two discussing in such hush tones without me"pointed fateema accusingly
"No...Nothing" his face turned red and started stammering.
"Ha! You're stammering that means there's definitely something going on" she scoffed looking at him with a raised brow.
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Can you feel my heart?
General FictionCOMPLETED ✅ A girl who doesn't feel any emotion at all. She cannot cry, she cannot smile,she cannot laugh,she doesn't know what happiness is,she doesn't know what sadness is,the feeling of being alone,scared,depressed,the feeling of falling in lov...
