Ameerah (Queen).

أسلم عليكم ورحمتالله وبركاته
Asslamu 3aleikum Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh.

This is my first Islamic story on wattpad so please correct my mistakes if you see any.

Jazakallah, for stopping by and checking out this story.

Cover by huny_23

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The Sun does not lose it's beauty when it's covered by the clouds the same way you don't lose your beauty when covered by the hijab.

-Anonymous.

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The chauffeur come to a halt in front of the house. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car. The back door of the white sedan opened and two black flats touched the cemented ground. A black traditional caftan with golden embodiment immediately covered the flats and the owner of the two possessions came into view. Her head was covered with a gold coloured hijab that covered her modesty. Her hair covered from the non-muhrams. She inhaled deeply before shutting the door behind her. The other side of the car opened and out stepped an older man with greying beard and hair clad in a Lomar white thobe. The chauffeur unloaded the car with the older man as the young woman continued into the massive house.

As soon as she opened the door, a homey feeling hit her. She couldn't describe in words how much she had missed this particular feeling. She stepped into the house as a rapture busted inside her.

"Ummi." Ameerah yelled for her mother knowing very well that she would be there.

"Amee!" Hayat, her younger sister screamed from somewhere in the house.

"Am home." Ameerah dramatised as her younger sister come into her visual line.

Hayat jumped her sister and insticvely wrapped her hands around Ameerah. She had missed her younger sister as much as everyone else in the family. Ameerah hugged her younger sister back as she heard a voice she had been yearning to hear for the past few years.

Her mother's.

"Habibty, I didn't know you were coming today." Umu Ameerah said as she neared her two daughters.

"It was a surprise, mother." Ameerah chuckled as she entangled herself from her sister's grasp and let her mother's embrace. She felt she was in heaven as her mother wrapped her arms around her.

"I've missed you, ya binty." A tear escaped from her mother's left eye.

Ameerah kissed her mother's forehead with so much warmth and rubbed off the tear.

"Salam, ya Fatimah." The older had stepped into the house and the suitcases laid next to him.

"Khali." Hayat screamed again while their mother frowned disapprovingly.

"Hayat, nice to see you didn't lose your ever present enthusiasm." Their uncle chuckled lightly.

"She'll drive this house into madness if she doesn't abstain from her little girl behaviour."

"Mom!" Hayat huffed.

"How are you and the family? Inshallah all is well?" Badr asked after their health.

"Alhamdullilah all is well." Their mother assured him. "Come in. Am sure you two are tired after hours of travel."

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"Can you live with your mother-in-law?" Yasser asked, his irritation peeking at it's limit.

"No." The girl snorted. "I don't mean to offend you but I can't live with a mother-in-law. That will be an insult to my well attained reputation."

Of course. Yasser seethed.

He was greatful, Islam suggested meeting up before giving your contest to the marriage. He couldn't bring himself to imagine how life would be if he married this dimwitted brat. No offense. Their chaperone, who was introduced as her brother, pretended he wasn't there but Yasser knew he was waiting for his reply.

"Would you like to have children?" Yasser asked.

Stupid, of course everyone wants to have children.

"Unfortunately, yes but not immediately. We could wait for ten years before planning if we want to have children."

That's it.

There was no way he could marry this girl. She wasn't for him. Allah created everyone in pairs and he was sure she wasn't his pair. When his mother told him she had scheduled a meeting for him, he had grumbled for minutes but he couldn't refuse his mother. He prayed Salat-ul-istiqara and Allah guided him.

He was yet to meet the one.

After their meeting was done, Yasser drove home with so much irritation. The girl didn't have manner and she was snobbish. He couldn't think ill of someone but some people just knew just how to push his buttons.

His mother was in the kitchen cooking with his younger sister, Umulkheyr when he arrived home.

"Salam, Ummi. Umulkheyr." He greeted as he kissed his mother's forehead.

"Salam. How was your meeting?" His mother asked noticing his distress.

"It was quite eventful and I don't want to talk about it." Yasser replied rubbing his temple tiredly.

"Dinner will be ready in two hours, go take a nap. I'll wake you up in time for Ishaà."

"You are awfuly silent, Umulkheyr." Yasser noted.

His sister wasn't a chatterbox but with him they could never run out of words to say to each other.

"Am cooking." She said dismissively.

Yasser let it slid knowing their was something bothering his little sister.

"Yasser, I forgot. The Mubaraks invited us to lunch tomorrow. Fatimah said her daughter and brother are back. Maybe I...."

He politely interrupted his mother. "Mother, not another matchmaking please. I'll take a break and Inshallah, Allah will set everything right."

"Inshallah." His mother repeated. "Think about it, Ameerah is a lovely girl who knows the limits of her religion. She would make a very good daughter-in-law."

Yasser simply nodded as he exited the kitchen. His mother had never said any of her matchmaking would make a good daughter-in-law. He wanted to marry someone for her religion.

Ameerah. Her name was beautiful and he hoped her soul was as beautiful as her name. His mother had stated her desires and he was going to fulfill it.

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Ummi- mother.

Khali- uncle from mother's side.

Salam- greetings in Islam meaning peace be with you.

Inshallah- God willing.

Jazakallah- Thank you.

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Aishah.