How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Three

Impressions

First impressions were like shooting stars. If you missed it, it's rare you'll ever catch it again. It might be hard to believe in a galaxy so big, and earth too small. But it wasnt all about stars and zodiac signs, it was all about Ahmed.

He was pacing around, checking the mirror every two minutes or his expensive-looking watch I was sure he got from the thrift store. He was more anxious then all of us put together. That was expected of course, but it was still hard processing how much he was over-thinking.

They were Islamically engaged, but her parents were strict. She wasnt allowed to go anywhere with him since they didnt know him very well. That's why threw the last month they were here, he'd try to earn their trust by visiting every now and then. But they went back as soon as her uncle recovered so it didn't give him a lot of time to brag about himself.

Now, since she was on break too, they flew here and arranged a lunch and dinner gathering where both families will get to know each other better. This pretty much determined if he's going to end up with her or not or to predict the future relations with the two families.

You might be asking yourself why they got engaged if they didn't know him, but after they heard he was raised traditionally in Iraq for his first seven years, came from a good family, graduated last year, and of course, stole their daughter's heart, they blindly agreed. The only thing he needed to do now, won their hearts instead.

By Ahmed's little stories or words, we barely got out of him, we only knew the family consisted of four. Her parents, her, and a twin brother who was studying law. So we had no idea what to expect.

Except for the fact that my future nieces might be twins...

"I wish I met her parents when they got engaged. I would have known what would be more appropriate for them not to judge me for wearing." I blurted out, after a long stare contest between me and my closet.

I've only met Fatima once when we visited our relatives who lived next to her uncles. As for her parents, I can't remember how they even looked like since It was months ago and I didnt feel like it was important memorizing their faces anyway. Fatima was the only one I remembered because of her kindness and genuine smile. She even offered me a cookie. What's not to love about her?

"Whatever, I'm going to wear jeans. It's too cold for skirts and dresses." I told myself, taking out a pair of blue jeans.

"You could wear pants under those." Zainub reminded me.

Since I ate breakfast hours later, they had the advantage of dressing up early and waiting patiently for the car to warm up- and me of course. Zainub was waiting for her phone to charge, so she decided to entertain herself in my coffin-sized room- well, not literally. But It was still the smallest room in the house.

"Yeah, but they won't look good with a jacket," I whined.

"Good point."

***

We were greeted by an old white man with an angelic aura around him. To top that off, he was wearing a white and gray striped shirt with dark wide jeans. The woman beside him wore a black thawb with silver patterns on the side. Her shawl matched the material from her thawb and was wrapped in a way a few her hairs were showing. Fatima remained as pretty as she was when I first met her, with her brother stood by her side as he shook Ahmed's hand with a big smile.

I can't imagine how it must feel like, knowing some stranger could walk around with your sister in just a matter of months. I felt bad for this guy.