Two years Later
In Istanbul, Turkey
"Happy Birthday!" my friends cheered in unison.
"Thank you, girls. Love you all," I mumbled, already half-asleep and ready to turn back in.
"Are you serious, Liya? It's your 25th birthday, and you're going back to sleep? Nope, not happening! We're in Turkey, so let's go out!" Asma squealed with excitement.
"Now? It's midnight! You know I need my routine," I replied, trying to reason with her. "My insomnia’s only been gone for a month."
"One night won't hurt. You've reached a milestone, and we have to celebrate!" Rima added.
"And it's my bachelorette! Let’s see how you try to ditch me," Martha pouted.
I sighed, giving in. "Alright, you win. Let's go!"
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It’s been a week since we are on a bachelor trip as Martha will get married to her boyfriend after one decade of dating!
We went to Indonesia at first and now we are in Turkey. I have met my friend Piku in Bali as I promised her to meet whenever I visit there.
Rima joined yesterday with us leaving my brother alone in the USA. She was craving vacation but my brother was busy with his PHD thesis and work.
I was so happy to meet her after almost three years. They were telling me to meet them for a while but I was really busy with my studies and work.
My MBA was completed last month. I joined as a junior financial adviser at a professional financial consulting firm. Though I was a part timer there for one and half years.
I love my work and it also pays a decent amount which is more than sufficient for me. Besides my boss is the coolest employer ever. Otherwise who'll grant his newly joined employee a whole week of vacation! Adding the weekend it becomes 9 days!
Right now my phone is switched off.
I told my family that I'll be busy with my work and can't talk.I know I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted a pure vacation free from all the worries.
A lot of changes came into my life in these two years. I'm learning to love myself every passing day. Counselling from Dr. Khalid helped a lot.
He left that hospital in that month we met for the first time and opened his own clinic. He was a psychiatrist. I started taking counselling from him for the last 3 months.
It has been three months since I left that house too.The house of my husband. I was feeling suffocated in that house. His presence was everywhere, his scent, his memories which did not let me forget him.
I thought I'd forget him in his absence because of his cold behaviors. But the stupid heart and mind both planned not to forget him in this lifetime.
I was being killed from the inside slowly because of my nightmares and the pain he gave me. But I still lived there for 1.5 years because of playing the role of a good bride and a good daughter.
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