I put the necklace back on the table. I didn't know whose it was so I didn't want to make Aneel mad. I looked over at the bags. The presents they got me were still unpacked. I went over to it and opened one. There was a book in it. When I read the title, I knew immediately that it was from Masara. You want to know why? Because the title was 'How to be a badass chick'. She is such a crazy girl. I opened the first page and saw a note in it. 'I know you will probably get mad that I gave you this present BUT I COULDN'T HELP IT. It just looked so amazing, I bought one for myself too. But I know I don't need it because I am already such a badass lollll. Anyway, happy birthday Sahra. Yessin found me and asked me to help him for you guys' birthday. He is an amazing guy, you are lucky to have him as your brother! I need to stop because Hamza is yelling for me to make him food –shut up and make yourself you idiot am writing here- sorry, ugh, what am I doing? Anyway, bye Sahra luf yaaa' she wrote and I started laughing. Like really hard. Then I shook my head and looked in another bag. It was.. Oh Allah, it was a photo frame. But that was not what made my eyes widen. It was a picture of me and Yessin. I was sleeping next to him and he was smiling in the camera. When.. what? I felt a piece of paper on the back of it and started to read. 'You probably wonder when I took this picture lol. Happy birthday.. sister. I love you..' he wrote. I could see that he had a hard time writing this. The last part was a bit shaky and had a few mistakes which he'd just scratched with the pen.

"I love you too.." I said without realizing. It was such a beautiful day and I didn't really know how to put it all in places. I think I just needed some time. I grabbed another bag and opened it. I was confused. There was a pair of baby-shoes. They were pink and had flowerprints on it. Were these.. were these mine? I grabbed the paper and read it. 'I didn't know what to get you, because I don't know you. So I decided to give you something that belonged to you, but you never got the chance to wear them.. I am sorry' and I knew it was from her. A single tear started to stream down when I looked at her words. She was confused, just like me. She was hurt, just like me. And she didn't know how to act, just like me. I looked a lot like her. Her eyes, lips- everything. I shook my head and grabbed the stuff and placed them in my drawer. Tomorrow was going to be my first day of work, so I decided what to wear. 'Don't be captured in this world too much. Don't forget to work for Jannah too', I heard the voice. Without thinking I made my way to the bathroom and did wudu. After that, I prayed. When I looked in the mirror, I felt good. The scarf.. It looked so good on me. Like it was a piece of me. I felt warm inside and happy. Why? I didn't know. I played a bit with the scarf. This.. From now on, from today on, I'm starting to wear it.. I didn't know why I have to or anything, but I wanted it. I felt it. And with that happy thought, I went to sleep.

When I woke up, I didn't see Aneel. Did he even get home? I looked around and saw no dirty clothes which he always threw in the corner of the room every night. So he didn't come home. I stood up, feeling a bit sad that I didn't see him. I looked over at the clock and saw that I had just fourty-five minutes to get ready and go. I sprinted out of my bed and got ready. I placed a scarf that matched my clothes on my head. I really needed to buy more scarves if I wanted this to continue. I grabbed the bag we bought with Masara and I put there my stuff in. I ran to the kitchen and ate a banana and cursed myself that I didn't pray Fajr. I ran out of the door and saw the driver waiting for me.

I was in the office of my father-in-law. He was talking on the phone, while I was waiting for him to finish. I was really nervous. This was my first job ever and I didn't know what to expect. I was looking around and didn't realize that my father-in-law actually ended the call.

"So, Sahra. Are you excited?" I snapped out of my daydream about how to change the design of this room and looked at him.

"I go by the name Yasmin.." I said, not even realizing that I had said it. Did this mean that I had been accepting them? I just realized that I felt tense when I heard the name Sahra. Yasmin sounded more peaceful. He looked at me in confusion and I explained what had happened. He was mad for not telling hom but didn't make a huge deal out of it.

"Look. You are our designer now. I give you projects and you finish them okay? For example, when a brand wants a design with suits for men, you design them. Sometimes you get little works like changing colors or adding extra stuff. Every project you do is different. You have any questions?" he asked me. I had a lot of questions, but decided not to ask. I shook my head and he nodded.

"So, to introduce you to this job, I will give you a new project. We will make you an e-mail and I will send you the details from what this brand wants. But first, lets show you your office" he said, standing up. My eyes widened. What?

"O-Office?" I stuttered in disbelief. He just laughed and walked away and I followed him. He walked into a room. I looked around. It was big and white. There was just a table and a few chairs.

"Don't look at it like that. This is your office, you can arrange it the way you want. I left a few catalogus on your table so just pick out which furniture and stuff you want. You can also paint the walls. Just write down which you want and give it to Masara. She will order it then, okay?" he said and I just nodded distantly. My eyes were roaming around and I was having an inspiration boost how to design this room.

"Look, you are my daughter-in-law. That means you can order around and do what you want. Be disciplined, because if you aren't, no one will listen to you. There are a lot of stupid people working here who will say stuff out of jealousy. Don't listen to them, just give them a piece of their mind and they will stop. Try to be strong. This business is really tiring and you will have a big load on your shoulders. If you don't act strong, you will not survive. I hope you get it. I have to leave now, if you need anything just call the number 134 and Masara will help you. Your laptop is over there, Masara is going to make you an e-mail, so just hang around till she has finished it. Oh and, a hijab looks very good on you. Don't loose hope" he said and walked away. That was too much information. Suddenly I became scared. What if.. What if I couldn't do this. I mean, its a lot of work and I haven't even studied or anything. I shrugged the thought off and went to my table. I sat down on the chair. It felt so weird. So, so weird. I grabbed the catalogus and started to look in it. I was captured by all the designs and it just gave me such a good feeling and good ideas. I think I am going to love this job..

There was something wrong so I still had not my e-mail. It wasn't bad though, because I had time to get used to here and not just start already with a project I was scared of. I dialed the number to call Masara cause I felt bored.

"Masara, come to my office. Now" I yelled at her just to tease her. It felt so weird, acting like a boss. Not that I was one.

"Yes Madam, I am on my way" she yelled back, being nervous. I hung up and laughed. She was so crazy. Did she really think I will be like that towards her? In a few seconds my door bursted open and a nervous Masara came in. When she saw my expression she rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"You are such a b-"

"Language, miss Masara. I don't tolerate these kind of words towards me. I am Yasmin Osman" I acted. I tried to continue the teasing and saw her eyes widen. She wanted to say anything but I just talked.

"You idiot, do you really think I would be like that towards you? You are my.. friend" I told her. Yeah, she was my friend. Suddenly her expression changed and she came and crashed me into a hug.

"I knew you wouldn't do that! I was just scared you.. you stupid!" and we laughed. She then looked at me. Her eyes widened.

"OH MY GOD OOOOOH MY ALLAH OH MY OMG OMG OH MY ALLAH WOWWW" she started to yell.

"OH MY ALLAH DO YOU OMG ARE YOU WEARING A HIJAB NOW?" she said and when I nodded, she continued.

"Oh my God!! It looks so good on you! Come on, we are going to buy you scarves" she said and grabbing my hand. I thought for a second. I didn't have anything to do and I guess my boss wouldn't mind so I grabbed my coat and bag and went with her.

I took all the clothes out of my drawer. I was going to organize them, now I have new clothes and scarfs. It was cold inside, so I was wearing Aneel's sweater. 'You Only Live Once' was written on it so I didn't want to wear it first, but no one was seeing it so why not. I was mad at Aneel for buying this, because it was not true. We don't live only once and it has another meaning to it actually. Anyways, I was putting all the stuff in the drawer when I heard the door. I waited for Aneel to come here. And he did, of course.

"Hey.." I said. He just nodded. I rolled my eyes mentally and continued with putting everything in the drawer.

"What are you doing?" he said with a bitter tone. So, the old Aneel was back for a while. No problem, I could handle it.

"Just organizing clothes" I said, not bothering to look at him.

"When did you get all these clothes?" he asked me. I never had much clothes so it was normal that he asked.

"Well, I am working now so your dad ordered me to buy new clothes which were decent" I said. He just nodded and was standing there.

"Are you hungry? I made some food, but its cold. I can warm it u-"

"I have already eaten outside" he said. I looked at him. That wasn't really Aneel. I mean, I never knew where the old Aneel was eating. But the new one was always eating my food, no matter what. I knew he secretly liked it.

"Oh.. Were you with Hamza?" I asked. I was just trying to have a talk with him because it felt like we hadn't been talking for years. It feels like we-

"No, with Maryam"

-re without each other for so long. Wait, What?

"What?" I asked with a quiet voice. So, he is actually going back to her..

"I needed answers. I still need them" he said and I just ignored him. I mean, I had nothing to say anymore. He just said that he was going to spend more time with her.

"And don't wear my stuff anymore" he said in a bitter tone. I didn't want to argue so just nodded. Normally, I would've been hurt. But now, I couldn't because this seemed so little to me compared to the rest.

"Okay" I told him, so he would go out of the room and he did. When he went, I threw the scarfs I had in my hand on the bed and just sat down on it. I looked in the mirror which was in front of me.

"Of course he will go back to her. Do you really think he would want a low-life ugly girl when he can have a beautiful, strong one?" I said to myself. I shook my head. I knew, it was true, but I was not going to think about it anymore. I was going to make something from my life. And if that was without Aneel, then its without Aneel. I grabbed my phone and called Yessin. I needed to hear his voice.

"Hello?" I heard his voice. I closed my eyes and just waited for a few seconds.

"Yessin, I want to meet him. Can you take me to him?" I said. I didn't know where it came from but it did. Lately I was too much on automatic-pilot.

"On my way" he said and I ended the call. I changed into my clothes and put a scarf around my head. Lets see what Aneel's reaction would be. I took a deep breath and walked into the living room.

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Final Editing Done (04-11-2016)

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