The Untold Realities.

Chapter Twenty Four

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Be consistent in your acts of worship. Small, daily doses are better than one huge chunk and then nothing at all. The Almighty loves those deeds that are done consistently. Remember, baby steps and build it up progressively. That way, you’re more likely to have staying power.

RECAP
"They were just hating" she laughed and after that we left and decided not to go for dinner since we had a meal at Salma's room.

The coach called me and warned that I don't involve myself in any kinda fight or exchange of words, he said I was lucky this time but he doesn't think nature will work in my favor again, I chuckled when he used the word "nature" because it was way off but I agree with what he said.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Nasir's POV
"I really enjoyed the meal we had" Hammad opened the door to our room

"To be honest, I actually enjoyed your Ifuteeer" Jackson smiled widely.

"What!!, What did you say?" I started laughing uncontrollably

"It's okay dude" Hammad flatly said but I couldn't keep shut and in no time, the two of them joined me.

"It's Iftaar Mr Smith" I tapped his back like a dad will do to his 14 year old kid

"Don't touch me dude, I've taken your correction, if...ifu.., dang it" he hit a chair with his leg in frustration

"How's it with your roommate?" Hammad removed his shirt and sat down

"Hmm, nothing out of place, he's a cool guy" Jackson replied

"Well, any plans for tomorrow?" I chipped in

"What are we supposed to do about the waiter that you guys caught and didn't do anything about" Hammad rolled his eyes

"It wasn't as if we didn't want to, I actually had an idea of exactly what we..." My phone interrupted and I quickly answered

"Hello, Uncle Jalal, As-salamu alaikum" I stood up quietly and walked to the window, wow, this window is large. A person can actually go out through this, well, it isn't a nice idea because it's at the backyard and there's little space there, unless the person wants to pay a visit to his grave. The view is marvellous.

"Nasir, u said the boy's name is Saleh Suleiman?" Uncle Jalal asked me, his voice had an unusual tone, I hope all is well

"Yes sir, His surname is Saleh" I replied

"Damn it!!" he shouted and I heard a very hard bang on the table

"Is everything okay?"

"Nothing is okay, that boy is Mr Saleh's son, a business tycoon and politician. That man is a terrible dealer in..." He kept quiet for a second, it was as if someone was talking to him.

"Listen, just...don't...try as much as possible to stay away from him, we are handling lots of matters here and if anything gets wrong over there, it'll be a problem for us all" Immediately he said that, he just ended the call and left me with a bunch of questions.

I narrated what conspired during the call, Hammad didn't say anything but Jackson was a bit uncomfortable.

"I know Mr Abram and Mr Saleh, sources have it that my dad left us because of them" Jackson looked down

"I still don't understand, you guys should open up and tell me everything, my dad and his friend are concealing everything and then, you guys that I call my friends are doing worse. Well, it's understandable, I just met you..." It became so annoying so I just had to spill, with my voice getting louder on each word