The Halal Way

Chapter 02

After that very weird encounter, me and Amir made our way into the house and were welcomed by Uncle Ahsan, his wife Samira, his daughter Saiqa and his mother Aunty Saima.

Surprisingly, they all were very welcoming and the first remark that they gave me was that apparently I looked just like my grandmother.

My grandmother passed away before I was born but I had been told that she really wished to have a daughter and would have loved to see her son have a daughther so it was really special to me when someone told me that I looked just like her.

After just ten minutes or so, very surprisingly me, Amira and Saiqa started to get engaged in a lovely conversation.

It was really surprising for me because it took me some time to open up with people, but Saiqa seemed like one of those people that you just really want to talk to.

She was studying law in Australia and told us that she was taking her classes online these days because basically they had come here to attend a very close cousins wedding and she couldn't miss it.

"Where were you Zaraar?" Our conversation was cut of on the sudden mention.

I looked up. And of course it was him.

The psycho guy.

Our eyes connected for a brief moment before we averted our gaze.

"Something came up."

Woah. His voice really deep.

"Okay come on, meet my friends." Uncle Ahsan said.

"This is my son Zaraar." He said.

Oh shoot.

He was the son?

My eyes met with Amir for a moment and we both tried to control our laugh.

I always tend to get into these awkward situations.

After introducing everyone, he finally pointed at me.

"This is Dariya, daughther of Uncle Zahir. She is currently in her last year of MBA."

Our eyes met again.

"Salam." I think I heard him say slowly.

But I didn't reply. I just acknowledged him with a nod.

I don't know what happened to me. I always said salam to everyone but him, no I couldn't.

I don't think I was angry at him.

He was just trying to protect me.

But why would he protect me?

He didn't even know me.

Maybe he was just trying to be nice?

I was bought out of my thoughts, when I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my foot.

"Uh Saiqa can you tell me where is the restroom?" I asked.

"Yeah sure, just go straight and then take the first left." She smiled.

I tried my best to walk without limping so my mom didn't know what happened.

I just hated being the centre of attention.

Anyways, as I went to the restroom and took of my shoes, there was a huge bloody scar just above my ankle. I knew it was gonna be bruised by tomorrow.

And damn it hurt like hell.

So much that I felt tears forming in my eyes. I closed my eyes as I put my hands on my lips, trying not to scream.

I knew my mom was gonna be super angry for not telling her so she could help me but I had no other solution that moment.