10 parts Ongoing "Wallahi, I've fallen in love with you," he whispered, his eyes cast downward, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've always had eyes for you." I stood there, frozen, my nerves unraveling like a thread. My hands grew clammy, and my heart raced with excitement. This was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment my crush would confess his feelings. But my joy was short-lived, shattered by the harsh reality of our differences. I came from a middle-class home, a different tribe, and I knew Adnan's mother, Hajiya, would never approve of me. The thought sent a chill down my spine.
And then, there was Laila, my best friend, who had been pining for Adnan for years. Hajiya had always hoped they would end up together, and I knew I was no match for their desired union. I looked up, and Adnan's distressed expression mirrored my own turmoil. His eyes pleaded for a response, but I couldn't find the words to ease his anxiety.