“Have you gone mad, Zohaib?” She said. “Me your Valentine, it’s all stupidity, don’t waste your and my time in all these things.”
“But what about those gifts that I gave you, I said, I thought you were interested. I have been waiting for you for five years and you are saying it’s stupidity.”
“I respect your feeling but I don’t believe in all these things,” and she went out of the room. That was the last time I saw her.
I felt as if everything was over. I had been waiting for her for five years and she ruined it all in just five minutes. I felt as if I have nothing to do in my life, as if the world doesn’t need me anymore, I am useless.
After a few days I came to know that before me she had turned down two other boys, both of them were her college friends.
Days passed but I was unable to overcome the feeling that was growing inside me. Instead of vanishing with time, her thoughts were getting over me. Then I asked myself why had she turned me down so ruthlessly, I don’t have any bad habits, I’m not bad looking, I belong to a good, in fact, a great family and I am educated; but may be I am too young and I don’t have a personality of my own. I mean I’m just a student and 18 years of age. So I decided to do something.
At that time I had completed my A’ levels so I decided to do Bachelors. Although I was studying, I was unable to fulfil my passion of doing something creative, so I started writing articles for a local newspaper. Time passed and after completing my Bachelors I decided to convert my passion into my profession, and I decided to do Masters in journalism. Soon after completing my masters I got a nice job in a renowned newspaper. Some time passed and I decided to try my luck once again.
It had been six years since I met her. But this time I was more scared than before. With the passage of time my affection for her had developed into a craze and I was afraid I might not be able to resist a refusal once again; but at the same time I also couldn’t keep quite for long as she is a girl and she couldn’t wait too long. So I decided to give her a call. I pick up my cell phone and rang her. Fortunately, she picked the phone, I said, “Hi, it’s me, remember!”
“Sure, I do remember, how are you?” she replied in her patent friendly style.
“It has been six years,” I said.
“Yes, she said, by the way how did you remember me.”
“I never forgot you. I have called to tell you that I am coming to your place on Saturday, to meet your mum, if you don’t mind.” I explained.
“Are you still stuck to the same point,” she said and continued, “see Zohaib you were a good boy then and you are better now. I actually turned you down because I knew if I had said yes then you wouldn’t have worked hard in your life, you would have been an ordinary boy taking nothing seriously. Now you are a known person and you might be the one about whom every girl dreams of, so I can’t say no now,” and she shut the phone.
That was the biggest joy I could ever dream of, it felt as if I was the luckiest man on earth. The whole world was mine, now.
At that time I sat back and closed my eyes. I was then able to realize how useful her refusal had been for me, now I am a well-known journalist, I have an identity of my own, I am much more mature, now I know how to get things done. Her refusal had made me a better person. And most of all I came closer to my Allah because when everything seems dark, it’s His light and glory that brightens us. And if she would have accepted my proposal then I wouldn’t have done anything. And now I am just 24 and I have a name, people know me, parents give their children my example.
Tomorrow is my engagement and I am going to London for specialization in my field and most of all I have been awarded with a special presidential award. But now I think that whatever I am now her “NO” played a major role in my success.