Muhazat's parents, Yusuf and Aisha, sat with her in their cozy living room.
"Muhazat, we need to discuss your future," Yusuf said, his expression serious.
Aisha added, "We've arranged a meeting with Amir, a suitable suitor."
Muhazat's heart sank. "Father, Mother, I want to make my own choices."
Yusuf's face hardened. "Your happiness is our priority, but family honor matters too."
Aisha placed a gentle hand on Muhazat's arm. "We want you to settle down, beta. Amir is a good man."
Muhazat felt trapped. "But what about my education, my career?"
Yusuf waved his hand dismissively. "Those are secondary. Marriage is crucial."
Muhazat's frustration grew. "Why can't I choose my own path?"
Aisha's voice softened. "We're doing this for your own good, Muhazat."
The doorbell rang, interrupting the tension.
"Ah, Amir has arrived," Yusuf announced.
Muhazat anxiety spiked.
Amir entered, smiling warmly. "Assalamu alaikum."
Muhazat returned the greeting, feeling uneasy.
As they sat down, Amir discussed his business ventures and family background.
Muhazat listened politely, but her mind wandered to Khalil.
After Amir left, Muhazat confronted her parents.
"Mother, Father, I don't feel comfortable with Amir."
Aisha's expression turned concerned. "Give him a chance, beta."
Yusuf's voice firm. "We've made our decision. You'll marry Amir."
Muhazat's heart rebelled.
As she retired to her room, Muhazat's thoughts swirled.
How could she escape this arranged marriage?
Was Khalil an option?
She prayed for guidance.