September 6, 2020 at 11:15 pm #1408868
Laila Barakat is a normal eighteen-year-old
girl. She just got received a full scholarship
to a private college and works a part-time
job to help support her family. She lives in a
small house with her mother and little
brother and often finds it hard to make the
When Laila steps into college, she instantly
becomes an easy target for everyone
because all the other students are from rich
families. However, Farid Ibrahim can’t seem
to get enough of her. Laila’s witty
comebacks and honest eyes are doing
something to him and he is intent on truly
knowing her… no matter what.
Signing a four-month marriage contract
and faking their relationship will have its
consequences. Will their ego let them accept
their feelings or is it going to get in the way
of their story? :b0September 7, 2020 at 12:23 am #1408883ThecomelyMember
September 7, 2020 at 8:00 am #1408896
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I never thought this day will come. Ya
Allah I am going to college, and not just
any college, the most well-known private
college in England. Ever since we arrived
in Bradford 6 years ago, that’s the only
thing I looked forward too. I am tired of
seeing my mother cleaning people’s
houses for money. I kept going back to
all the things my family had to face to
get here and how long it took for me to
stand here, in front of my very first class
in college. After standing in front of class
for more than a century, yeah that’s how
long it felt like. I finally took a breath and
stepped into my Business
Communication class. I was early as
usual, but I didn’t seem to mind it. I have
always been early; it’s just a habit I
guess. I looked at my watch and the
time was 10:45 am. The class was about
to start in 15 minutes and there was still
not even a single soul in class. I
remember back home in Turkey, all the
kids use to come to class super early just
so we can all talk about our days and
discuss our homework. How different it
is here in England, everything seems so
fast, even though I have been here for
almost 6 years, everything still seems all
foreign. I have only one friend, her name
is Sobia who works with her mother at
a bakery shop near our flat, but she
doesn’t go to college so I don’t even see
her that often.
When I finally looked up from the
sketches that I started drawing when I
got lost in my thoughts, I noticed that
the class was starting to get full. All the
kids were coming in, wearing top-notch
clothes, girls with expensive handbags
and jewelry. That’s the only thing that
kept me worried for all these days. I was
not like these people. I was from a
middle-class immigrant family, who still
had an accent and had a laptop that was
given to me by my mother’s boss 4 years
ago. The only reason why I was here is
because somehow I turned out to be
smart in high school and got a full
scholarship here; otherwise not even in
a million years I would imagine coming
I keep looking around, hoping that
maybe, just maybe someone would
actually sit beside me and maybe say hi.
Why was it like that? Was I really that
invisible that nobody would want to sit
next to me or even smile? Stop it, I told
myself. I can’t let these days get in my
way. I can’t let people affect me like that.
The teacher finally came into the
classroom. From the moment he walked
it, I knew he will be a good teacher. I
could tell. My mom tells me it’s a gift. I
can sense it I guess. It doesn’t take me
long to figure out what people want or
how they are. Instantly, my teacher
looked up to the entire class and
introduced himself. After introducing
himself, he directed everyone in the class
to stand up one at a time and introduce
themselves and tell a fact about
themselves. Since I was sitting all the
way in the back, I was thankful that I am
not going to be the first one to speak.
When other students started
introducing themselves, they used facts
like how they have visited tropical
beaches, how they plan on starting their
own business, how big their house is,
and what their favorite 5-star hotel is
and so on. Jeez, my turn was coming
soon and I had no idea what to say. I
just didn’t know. There wasn’t any cool
fact about me that anyone here could
relate to. Facts about me are too silly, too
obvious, and too ordinary. I can’t tell
people that I am one of those weird
people who likes the sound of thunder,
or who still watches cartoon with my
little brother every Sunday morning, or
who loves cooking and going on long
walks with my mother.
My turn was the next one, after a girl
few desks away from me finished telling
the class about how she attended Paris
Fashion Week last summer, all the eyes
turned towards me. I instantly felt self-
conscious but I didn’t let it show on my
face. I placed my hands on the steady
myself as I rose up from the chair.
“Hello everyone” I said with a smile. But
again only saw wondering silent eyes
reflecting back. “Well my name is Laila
Barakat, I came to England 6 years ago. I
live with my mother and brother. He is
11 years old and loves playing football.
There isn’t any cool fact about me really.
I volunteer at an animal shelter in the
weekends and I received a full
scholarship from this college and this is
how I got here.” I said all of that as fast
as I could, without taking any break in
between and sat back down
When the class introduction was over, I
kind of felt relieved. It felt liberating to
let everyone know who you are and why
you have the right to be right to be here
just like everyone else. My teacher
continued on with his lecture, but I still
saw some heads turning my way. I was
used to this type of a reaction. The same
thing happened to me in high school as
well. Nobody wanted to talk to me, to
get to know me, all they did was stare at
me. I was the only girl in this entire
college who wore a hijab. There were
other muslim girls in my class too, but
even they didn’t talk to me.
When the teacher started his
powerpoint slides, I opened up my the
Notepad on my laptop and started
taking notes. After typing what felt like
hours, I suddenly heard someone sitting
down next to me. I looked up and saw
pair of brown fierce eyes. I saw him for
the first time; he did look like someone
straight out of magazine.
“Do you mind?” He said, looking
annoyed. So he was one of those guys,
who knew they were good looking and
just couldn’t bother to be nice to people.
“You are sitting on my bag so you are
the one who should mind.” I said back
to him. My bag was stuck under the
He looked at me as if I was speaking in
Gibberish. After staring at me for a few
seconds, at last he moved his chair and I
picked up my bag and placed it on my
lap. I went back to typing my notes but I
still felt him stealing a glance or two my
way. The class went on and on and for
the homework my teacher, Mr. Charlie
assigned us to write a report on
different communication channels that
we use in today’s society. I took down
all the notes and closed my laptop. The
lights turned back on and I gather all of
the stuff and placed it in my bag and
I was waiting at the bus stop when I
saw some of my classmates getting into
their cars and driving off, but not him.
The guy who was sitting next to me in
the class was just sitting on his bike and
looking my way. I tried ignoring him and
starting wishing for the bus to come a
little early. I adjusted my red hijab and
clenched my bag a little tighter. Why is
the bus taking so long? Jeez. I better call
my mother to see if she can pick Sabir,
my little brother from school today. I
dipped my hand in my bag to only find
out that it was missing. I checked my
bag, and the pockets of my jacket and I
still didn’t find it.
“Looking for this?” I heard a familiar
voice from across the street. When I
looked up, I saw him again. Yes that guy,
who else. I could see an evil spirit in him
already. I saw my dearly blackberry in his
hand, and without a second thought, I
marched across the street and extended
my right hand. “This is mine” I said.
“And?” He chuckled. I can’t believe this
guy! What does he think of himself?
“And it’s mine so give it back” I snapped
back almost snatching it from his hand
but he was quicker than me.
“Not without a price” He smirked.
“I don’t pay for what’s mine” I fired
“Oh but I don’t give things back that
“I am not your darling, now give it back
or else I’ll call the security.” I tried to
scare him. Honestly, I had no idea how
to call the security; I didn’t even see any
guards in the school.
“What’s your name?” He asked me.
“None of your business.” I stood there
with my hands crossed over my chest.
“Now stop wasting my time, I have to
make a phone call”.
“Give me your name and the phone is
yours” He demanded again.
“Fine, Laila.” I said it and snatched my
phone from his hands successfully this
time and started walking away. I can’t
believe this guy.
“I’ll see you soon Laila” He yelled back,
mocking me clearly.
“You wish” I mumbled back. There is no
way I’ll be sitting next to him in class
from now on.
I called my mother and told her to pick
up Sabir and got inside the bus. Few
minutes later I received a text from
Sobia who wanted to meet up so I
replied back instantly with a yes and
headed straight to her bakery. I
desperately needed some of her auntie’s
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I could seriously smell auntie Mariam’s
homemade cupcake from two blocks
away. No kidding. I still remember how
Sobia and auntie Mariam worked day
and night to save money to start up
their own little bakery two years ago
and now it’s one of the best bakeries in
town. Even though it’s September, the
wind is still quite chilly, I guess autumn
will be arriving sooner than I expected
and I was very much excited. I loved
autumn, there is something so beautiful
about the way trees change their colors
and the way everything becomes cozy
and warm. I spotted Sobia front of her
bakery waiting for me. I waved at her
and quickly picked up my steps towards
the bakery. As soon as I reached there I
was embraced by her world famous
hugs , honestly this girl is super
affectionate. “Sobia jaan I missed you
too but you gotta let me go, I can’t
breathe” I laughed, but I was seriously
“Opps” She chucked while losing up her
grip. “I missed you so much Laila, how
was your first day of college? Oh my
gosh I am so excited for you. I am sure
auntie Nasreen and Sabir are thrilled as
well, by the way how are they?” She said
all of that without taking any break.
“One thing at a time dear, first lets go
inside. I am so hungry” I said rubbing
my little belly, laughing.
“Oh yes sorry, come inside, Ammi Jaan is
waiting for you, she made a fresh batch
of red velvet cupcake just for you, she
loves you more than me” Sobia said
“Oh stop it, as if my Ammi isn’t a crazy
fan of yours.” I hooked my arms with
Sobia and went behind the kitchen
counter to meet auntie Mariam.
“Asalam O Alikum, Auntie Jaan” I said as
soon as I got inside the bakery.
“Oh you are here Laila, how are you my
daughter?” She said giving me a warm
teddy bear hug.
“I am doing great auntie, how are you?”
I asked her.
“I am good, the work here is picking up
quite fast. We have a huge order for this
weekend for a birthday party.” She said
“Oh Masha’Allah, that’s wonderful, if you
need any help then let me know.” I
“Yes you should come along Laila, it’ll be
fun I heard the Ibrahims are quite
wealthy and have a really nice place”
Sobia stepped in the conversation.
“Oh that would be lovely, come along
with us on Saturday”. Auntie Mariam
said. “Now you two have a seat, its not
busy right now. I will bring you some
coffee and cupcakes.”
Sobia and I sat near the windows in the
corner. “Who are the Ibrahims?” I asked
“Oh you don’t know, they just moved
here in the town. There is a lot of buzz
about them these days. I think they used
to live in Berlin before. I don’t know a lot
about them but when Ibrahim Raza
came into our bakery couple of days
back I knew they were a big deal. He is a
nice man but his wife Ayesha is quite
rude. She was constantly telling her
husband to go to a different bakery for
the order.” Sobia explained.
“Wow, what is the order for?” I asked
again. Whoever these Ibrahims were,
they didn’t sound too pleasant.
“Ibrahim Raza’s little daughter is turning
9 this Saturday so they came to our
bakery to place the order. And Ibrahim
Raza also gave Ammi 250 pounds just
like that; they sure know how to use
their money. I really want to see their
house; a lot of my friends are talking
about them.” Sobia said.
“Yeah we’ll on Saturday.” I just left the
topic about them there. Sobia and I
continued on with our conversation and
talked about other things. After stuffing
my stomach with countless cupcakes
and a delicious cup of coffee, I said my
goodbye to Sobia and mother and
“You should at least pick up your phone
Laila, I was getting worried.” That’s the
first thing I heard from my mother as
soon as I stepped inside the house.
“Asalam O Alikum, Ammi Jaan my phone
battery died. I forgot my charger at
home.” I went straight towards the
kitchen because obviously where else
would my mother be. I hugged her from
the back and she smiled, meaning
everything is now under control.
“Bacha, I get worried that’s all.” She said.
“I know.” I kissed her cheek and went to
the fridge to get some orange juice.
“Where is Sabir?” I asked her placing my
coat on the coat stand.
“He went out with his friends to play
football, just got home a while back and
now is finishing up his homework.” She
said while cleaning the countertop.
“I went to see Sobia and her mother,
and they have a big order this Saturday
so I will be going to help them out.” I
“Chalo that’s good. Both of them are
really kind, its good that you offered
your help meri bachi.” She smiled and
continued on with her work. She was so
busy that she even forgot that today
was my first day of college. When she
forgets things like that I don’t really take
it personally, besides she works so
much, she can’t remember everything.
“My teacher, Mr. Charlie is very nice.” I
told her. Now she is going to go on
about how bad of a mother she is.
“Uff Ya Allah I am so forgetful, how did I
forget. Hmm…how was your first day
meri bachi?” She put away her cleaning
cloth and come over to the kitchen table
where I was sitting.
“It’s okay Ammi Jaan. You know I can
never be angry with you. The day was
good. Everyone is good to me”. I know
lying is bad, but technically they weren’t
bad, kids at my college were raised that
way. They didn’t say anything bad to me.
They just looked.
“That’s good, you are a bright girl Laila,
you will go far if you continue working
hard.” She comforted me.
“I am going to my room; I have a paper
to write for next week so I am going to
get started on that. And don’t worry
about the food I already at the bakery” I
told her, gave her another hug and went
straight toward my room.
When I stepped into my room, I instantly
plugged my phone with the charger. The
second thing I noticed was how messy
my room was. I am quite a clean person,
but when it comes to get ready, my
room turns into a hot mess. I started
picking up my stuff to put them where
they belong. After I was satisfied with
the way my room was looking, I went to
for a quick shower.
Once I stepped outside from the
bathroom, I slipped on my comfy sweat
pants and plain black hoodie. I tied my
curly hair once it dried and prayed Isha.
When my phone was fully charged I
opened my phone to see if there were
any messages from Sobia. And there
was one, except it wasn’t from Sobia it
was from an unknown number.
When I opened the message, I saw two
texts. One was sent from my phone that
said “Hello Handsome” And the reply
from the unknown number said “Its not
safe to leave your phone behind without
a screen lock Laila. *smiley face*.
YAAA ALLAH ITS HIM. THAT CREEPER WHO
TOOK MY PHONE IN COLLEGE! I yelled in
my head. What the hell is his problem?
How dare him to use my phone like that.
The next time I see him, he is a dead
meat for sure. I will complain about him,
that’ll teach him something.
I put away my phone and opened my
laptop and began working on my
assignment to keep me distracted. But
after a while, I knew it wasn’t going to
work so I picked up my phone again, set
up a screen lock on my phone. I know I
should have done this a while back but
sometimes my mother uses my phone
and she always forgets the password,
but now since she is getting a phone for
herself I can set up a password. But
that’s not the point, the point is that if I
ever find someone’s phone I would
never use it even if its unlock but then
again that Jerk is nothing like me. In fact
he is the polar opposite. You know what
I really don’t care about how he is. I hate
him and he is testing me this time. Badly.
I hope I don’t see him anytime soon or
Allah knows what I will do to him.
I went to Sabir’s room after who needed
some help with his science homework.
Sabir is a bright kid as well but he is
more passionate about football no
wonder he is the new captain of the
team in his school. #proudsister. Sabir is
not like the other kids around his age,
maybe that’s because even though he is
young he still feels like he is the
protector of the family. He doesn’t let
Ammi go outside alone at night and also
walks me to the bus stop if I have
somewhere to go in the evening. That’s
the way it is, we only have each other
but that’s enough. This is all I need.
After telling Sabir about atoms and
neutrons, all three of us, Ammi, Sabir and
I gathered in the living room, where we
had some tea and croissants and we all
watched some episodes of The Big Bang
Theory and by some I mean a lot!
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