Ihaan Islam
Today when I was going thorough Humaira status', a tear fell from my eyes without realizing it. Every single word she wrote was so sad and touching that I felt like I was in her place while I read through it. Every status she make's dua for her mom to go to jannah and tells us that we should never hurt our parents and we should give them as much love as we can. I actually realize from her status how rude I am to my mom at times and I didn't even care until now. I wanna say sorry to my mom now but she is sleeping. I will make sure I tell her tomorrow. She is amazing, her thoughts are as beautiful as she is. She is just like her brother; Abir . But they are siblings which is kind of strange still on how they think the same, but not the weird type of strange. They are strange in a good way; I mean I don't think I understand what I'm even saying. I am saying that they are super duper cool in their own way.
Abir and I go to the same College but he is in his 3rd year and I'm 2nd year. Sometimes after our classes we hang out and eat together. One of my girl friend had a crush on him for two years but when I told him he ignored. Only gay people could avoid that girl but he is not like other boys that go after good looking girls. He is good looking and cool but I think he try hard to get.
I really love his bike and I always wished I had one. Since I have a car I can't buy a bike and my dad is not rich like his dad. Also my dad think riding a bike is really dangerous. Our dads knew each other before they came to America when they were in Bangladesh but they weren't close friends. Before we moved here from Virginia my dad called Abir's dad, Habib uncle if he knew about any houses to rent in Brooklyn. So he told us we could live in his house, he was renting the third floor of his apartment since he was the owner of it.. So we didn't have any problems when we moved.Since I don't want to sleep, I felt like playing my guitar. But my mom will wake up and beat me with broom if I play. I decided to go up to the roof instead. I opened the door really slowly so no one would wake up, otherwise Im dead. I am lucky today is not that cold so my hoody is fine. Wow! It looks so good outside with the moonlight illuminating the entire roof.
"Oh shit!!" I hissed. There was something sitting on he top layer of the roof.
'La ilaha illa anta...' I never saw a ghost before I thought as I said a dua in my head out of fright. I was trying not to be scared and steped forward to see what was up there. 'What if the ghost is here to talk to me and we become friend' I was dreaming for a minute as I stared at the strange figure. Shit!!!! I didn't realize it's a girl. Her long hair was flying, I could see her back because of moons light. She is wearing big shawl around her body so I couldnt see what she was wearing. What if it's a pori (angle)."Hello" I tried to say confidently but it came out so low. "Helloo" I said louder this time
She didn't respond or look back, my body was shaking. Even though I was scared I had this weird sence of interest to see who this pori or ghost is."Hello!!!!"........... Still no response
When I was close to her she jumped up a little bit out of surprise from my presence and looked back at me. I turned on my phone flashlight and pointed it at her face. Really! She is an angle. When she saw me right way she got down and she wrapped her shawl around her head so I can't see her hair. Her eyes were puffy and red as she was sniffing; she was probably crying.
"What are you doing here" I said worried that she was up here by herself crying. So many thoughts went through my mind. Did someone hurt her? Was she having problems at home? Is something bothering her? The only answer that came to mind is Aunt Ariba, her mom.
"I.... What are you doing here" Humaira said repeating my words with a frustrated voice.
" First answer my question. What are you doing here at this time? And aren't you scared?" Why I am yelling her, we're gonna end up arguing again as usual. Maybe she will say 'it's none of your business and it's my roof, I can come here any time I want to' or somewhere along those lines.
" No! I always come up here when I can't sleep and and when....." She paused. I am shocked that even after I yelled at her she's talking to me normally with no sarcastic comeback like she usually does. I'm waiting for her to say something ironic but she never does.
"When what?" I ask getting back to the topic at hand waiting for her to finish her sentence
" Nothing. I should leave. Bye" she started walking back
" and when you miss your mom, right?" I say completing what she didn't say
She stopped walking but didn't look back, she was silent.
"It's ok" I changed the topic. "Do you know when I first saw you I thought you were a ghost! then I thought maybe it a pori (angel) sitting there. When I looked at your face I realized I was right because pori goes perfectly with you" I smiled and walked to her.
She was crying and when I asked her "are you okay" she started crying more and more hysterically. I touched her shoulder and helped her to sit down. The feel of her body under my arms made me feel shocked as my heart began beating fast. I tried not to feel anything for her but there was something about her that attracted me to her.
She is trying her best to stop her tears and hiding her face from me. I was so close to her, I am watching her like an idiot without stopping her. I tried to to console her but I didn't know what to do then I thought I should just let her cry. Everyone needs to let out all there problems and pains at some point. How much can one person hold up within themselves.
Her face was down and she is kept trying to wipe her tears off. I turned off my flashlight and sat with her silently until she stopped weeping. I felt like hugging her and make sure that nothing else in the world can hurt her ever again. I shouldn't think like this; it's not right. But the warmth of her closeness is making me crazy and making me fall for her.
.........Authors Note...........
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