Ameerah (Queen).

Chapter Two.

أسلم عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته.

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Yasser stepped out of the car that was parked in front of a large house. He presumed this was the Mabruks house. He couldn't keep track of how many friends his mother has and how many had daughters that his mother couldn't wait to pair him with. He just hoped Ameerah would be the one. He was done having a cupid constantly nagging him everyday. He loved his mother unconditionally, for sure but the idea of him being married was overboard.

His family was greeted my the hosting family. Two elderly men and a man about his age. His mother and sister were led inside by his mother's friend. The men greeted him politely and led him to the Majlis.

Yasser had decided to ask for her hand in marriage because his heart felt at ease when he thought of her. Ameerah. His mother said she would be good for him and he trusted his mother's choice although he loathed the mere idea of her matchmaking.

"So, Yasser what do you do for a living?" Mr. Mabruk asked after they had exchanged their pleasantries.

"I manage my late father's oil company, sir." Yasser replied nervously.

"Am sorry about your father." Mr.Mabruk said. "Since when did you shoulder this responsibility?"

"Since I was twenty." He felt he was in a job interview not that he ever went to one.

"Is it a worldwide oil shipping company or just within the country?"

"My father used to ship it around Asia and some countries in Europe but am deciding on North America. It'll be good for the countries income as well as the investments I make in hospitals."

One of the things Yasser was passionate about was his work. He loved talking about the ambitions that will benefit others through him.

"That's good. If only the youths could think like you." Mr.Mabruk's face had seriousness. "How old are you, Yasser?"

"Twenty-five."

"Good, good." Mr.Mabruk said thoughtfully. "Have you ever thought of marrying?"

"Yes, sir. I used to be so composed in work but my mother, may Allah always guide her soul, reminded me of my responsibilities." Yasser answered.

"Have you found someone?" The other elder man asked.

"Not yet. That's the reason we accepted you invite to lunch. My mother told me how religious your daughter is and with respect I wanted to ask for her hand in marriage." Yasser caught his breath as he stated his last statement.

He never thought doing this would leave him a nervous wreck. After performing Istiqhara last night he was convinced Ameerah was his destined one.

"Son, that is not my decision to make. Ameerah has to agree first then later me but from my side you have my blessings. I approve of you but I have to talk to Umu Ameerah and the rest of the family." Mr.Mabruk smiled for the first time during their conversation.

"Yasin, keep our visitor entertained." Mr.Mabruk ordered his son as he and the elder man stalked out of the Majlis.

It was awkward after that. Yasin and Yasser fell into an awkward silence as they tried to stare each other down. Yasin looked domineering but Yasser refused to back down.

"So," Yasser started.

"Where will you intend to live with her when you get married?" Yasin asked in all seriousness.