Hold me daddy

Five

Alyana's pov:

I opened my eyes from the sharp sun rays reflecting from the curtains. I looked at my surroundings and sat up when.I didn't saw Emaad there. Alaya was curled up clinging to my arms. I sat up pushing Alaya to the other side, lightly. I walked out of my room and looked down from the railing, to see if Emaad was in the lounge. But he was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at the clock and it was 8am in the morning, but he goes to work at 10am. Frowning, I looked at my hands. My heart sank knowing I was hoping. I thought we were getting close but affection is not the only thing to get close, it takes understanding which we didn't have. Since we married, I never got a chance to sit next to him with a cup of tea and have a deep talk with him. He never talked about us. What hurts to recall is that he left me when we were newly-wedded. How much I was expecting? I breathed out loud, shrugging the thoughts of him, where he left me in this new house with his daughter in my womb.

His mother treated me like a maid, a maid is the least to explain what I got through. I endured it all, knowing I can never make my old parents worry about me. My parents migrated to their motherland, Pakistan. Half of my relatives live their and Emaad's family is one of them. I accepted all those obstacles just to find true love. Enaad is my eldest cousin but as his family lived in America since the beginning, my family shifted their too when I was born, leaving Pakistan. I never knew how or when my parents had their eyes on Emaad as I was never the one to talk to my cousins or any men but this time, I accepted the proposal of his parents.

Emaad's mother was always sweet when I was not married until she I got married with his son. Even when I told her about my pregnancy, she told me how it was a shame if it will be a girl. As in their family and traditions, it's a shame to raise a girl as a first child. For them, girls are pitiful, girls are unlucky.

When Alaya laid in my arms, I promised myself to not let her endure those hateful comments or even a single taunt which I accounted. I felt a heart stab when I saw how Emaad's mother never came to meet me or Alaya. It's been 8 months since she last saw Alaya when she was in the hospital as a newborn.

Emaad is not what he shows. Emaad never told me what he thinks or what he wants in his life. After 8 months, Emaad started showing up at home. He acted needy, needy to have attention. But when I fulfilled it, he vanished. This was absurd to see, hurtful to feel, unreal to hear and unfair to accept.

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"Assalam-o-Alaikum Wa-Rehmatulla'hi Wabaraka'atu'hu (peace and blessing be upon you)", I directed my head to the either sides, performing the Salah (prayer). Alaya was watching the Tv and I took that opputunity for performing Salah, to ask for what I want. I after a long time felt satisfied when I cried on the prayer mat. I sobbed not having control on my emotions. I could feel Allah Tawllah's presence. I laid my head as an obeying manner. I knew that the words that I couldn't speak are heard by Allah Tawllah. I felt my heart at ease once again. I felt as if all my worries are removed. I stood from the mat with a broad smile. I placed the mat to the other side. I looked back at Alaya to make sure she's sitting in the couch and not harming herself. I sighed in relief seeing her playing with my hair clip. Her big blue eyes shined when she focused on the thing in her hand. I kissed on her forehead and pulled her on my lap.

"What is my baby doing?", I smiled. She pouted and looked at me with those ocean like eyes. I knew she wanted something.

"mom-my", she elongated the word.

"yes Alaya?".

"les outh peas (lets go out please*)", she was trying to speak but she was only 8 months old so what possibly could she say. I understood what she was saying. I scowled knowing when did she started liking going out. But then it hit me, all this time, both me and my baby just live alone. Emaad was there but today he got away just like before.

"okay lets go". I chuckled when Alaya jumped in my arms. I wore my Abaya and did my hijab plus niqab completely. I feel comfortable when I am covered. I feel safe from evil eyes out there.

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I walked in the park while pushing the prime forward in which Alaya was sitting. I stopped midway when I saw a familiar face. I knew it was my college friend. I wanted to approach her and so I did. "Fiza?", I called and as expected she looked at my direction. Her eyes almost popped out.

"Alyana!", She ran in my direction avoiding the man which was next to her.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum (May peace be upon you)", I said when she hugged me.

"Walaikum Salam ( May peace be upon you too)", She smiled widely. "Is she your daughter?", She asked looking at tge sleeping Alaya. I nodded. "Ma Sha Allah she's so cute".

"So are you married too?", I asked as both of us walked to one the benches.

"Yes". "oh right, He's is my husband, wait I will call him...REHMAN COME HERE PLEASE", She called the tall man. Rehman bhai (brother) came towards our direction. "Rehman this is Alyana, my college friend and Alyana this is my husband Rehman", She introduced.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum bhai ( May peace be upon you brother)", I said lowering my eyes.

"Walaikum Salam sister", he smiled. "As both ladies have met, I might go to work amd give you two space", Rehman bhai said. He sure was a gentleman.

"OKay then call me when you'll come home, Allah Hafiz (May you be in the protection of Allah)", Fiza said and Rehman bhai left after bidding goodbye.

"So I might say life changes when.you get married, right", Fiza smiled. I nodded with a chuckle.

"And also when you have a child".

"I am pregnant too. This is my third month of pregnancy", Fiza told.

"Ma SHA Allah, I might suggest that you.eat allot even if you feel like vomiting because these three months are like so hectic for sure", I suggested while she nodded in agreement.

"Well I need your number, we might invite you at our place with your husband", She said with a hopeful smile. My smile dropped.

"Why? Is there something wrong?", She asked. I covered my frown from a smile. I shrugged my head in denial.

"I actual-". Fiza interrupted.

"Oh Assalam-o-Alaikum Emaad bhai", Fiza stood up. I for a second got confused so I looked towards the person she was greeting. My eyes widened when I saw Emaad standing next to Rehman bhai. Emaad almost choked on the drink.he had in his hand. He started coughing.

"Are you okay man?", Rehman bhai patted on his back. He nodded.

"What are you doing here Alyana?", Emaad said as he approached me. I gulped knowing it all was awkward.

"I went out for a walk", I said lowering my gaze. Both Rehman bhai and Fiza looked at our direction confusingly.

"Ah I didn't knew that Emaad and Rehman bhai were friends?", I said nervously.

"But what is the relationship between you both?", Fiza asked.

"She's my wife",
"He's my husband", both Emaad and I said in unison.

"OH MY MY SUPERB", Fiza's eyes lit up.

"This is one of the most exciting coincidence", Rehman bhai smiled.

"REHMAN SHALL WE?", Fiza used the telepathy technic with her husband. Rehman bhai nodded with a chuckle.

"PLEASE COME TO OUR HOUSE, ITS A RE-UNITING PARTY", Fiza exclaimed while gripping my arm like a kid. Rehman bhai snaked his arms around Emaad's neck and pulled him down with a laugh.

"Oh maybe next ti-", Emaad was about to say when Rehman bhai whacked on his back.

"It's not an offer, Its an order", Rehman bhai said and both Emad and I looked at eachother, emotionlessly.

IT IS GOING TO BE CHAOTIC I guess :/

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to be continued...