Khadijah's P O V.
Ammi drew me to her room and sat me down on her bed, all the while commenting on how pretty I look in my Navy blue hijab.
"So Khadijah, I hope you ate? If there's anything you need you can call me or any of the girls we'll get it right away Inshaa Allah just don't hesitate kinji" she spoke clasping her fingers around my hands.
"Inshaa Allah Ammi"
"You know i've always dreamt of this, Muhammad getting married and most especially to a girl like you, I feel so proud as his mother and now yours too. Even though its not a love marriage and neither was it forced, I like you, and Muhammad likes whatever it is that I like, so eventually you'll both fall in love with time and through time Inshaa Allah" she gushed, eyes glinting with admiration.
"Let me tell you a story
