Her Voice Within

Prologue

Bismillah....

Third Person POV

     Two five year olds dressed in the same princessly pink sparkling dress which sparkles shine brighter as a result of the rays of sunlight hitting the beads attached to it, sat on the Ghiordes turkish rug spread across in the center of the parlor playing together with their barbie dolls. They act and look, due to their dressing like twins and even if they are twins they must be identical twins because they didn't look alike in any way.

     "Ilhaam I am tired of playing Cinderella and the prince" said one of the girls to the other who was wearing small circular medicated glasses which has a thin long purple rope at the end of each side of the glasses that rests on her back to prevent it from falling.

     The girl looks up at her sister "Okay what do you want to play" she asks, dropping the doll in her hand.

     The other girl grins widely before yelling "Dress up!"

     Her sister nods approvingly then all of a sudden she furrowed her eyebrows and asks "Jasra who would be our DJ"

     The girl whose name is Jasra rests her right elbow on her left hand and uses her right hand fingers to stroke her chin in a thinking manner. After a few minute of silence she snaps her finger, a smile etching the sides of her face as if she has gotten an idea she says "Hamma muky"

     Ilhaam nods again "And Abba would be our MC" she adds.

     "Come on let's go" Jasra takes her hand and then runs off to where their nine year old elder brother Muktar sat, playing a video game on his tablet.

     "Hamma muky" Jasra called trying to gain his attention but he was too lost in his game to notice them.

     "Hamma muky" She tries again but to no avail, until Ilhaam decides she's had enough and snachs the tablet away from him.

     Immediately his head shoots up to where they stand in front of him. "Why did you do that? I was about to beat him up and win the match" He says, at this point in time he was already towering over them.

     'Oh no he sounds angry' the twins thought, turning to face each other for a second as if speaking through their eyes before looking back up at their angry brother.

     "Give me back my tablet" he drags the tablet from his sister's hand. "What do you want anyway?" he asks, much calmer now.

     Jasra was quick to respond "We want to play dress up and we need you to be our DJ".

     "NO!" came his harsh reply.

     "Please" they both said, pushing out their bottom lips in a pout and putting out their best puppy eyes while batting their lashing for more effect.

      "Uh, fine" he gives in.

     "Thank you!" They both jump on him.

     "Get off me you monkeys, do you want to break my fragile bones? '' he jokes and they laugh before getting off him.

     They still have one more person to convince, their daddy. Moving on to their next target they walk to where their daddy was sitting on the couch watching a football match between Man U and Chealsea.

      "Abba '' They say standing in front of him, obstructing his view from the LG TV.

     "What" he asks, raising and moving his head up and down, left and right in an attempt to get a better view of what he's watching.