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Rohail
When I was facing conflicting emotions, I played basketball. I used to play it as part of my school team in high school, back in the US, and to this day, it remained my favourite sport.
Well, considering that I didn't have anyone to play with, all I did was repeatedly toss the ball through the hoop.
'Mew'.
I glanced to my left and was surprised to see Bubbles wandering around the edge of the basketball court. Although the court was in the back garden of our home, it was rare for Bubbles to wander outside at night. "What are you doing here, kitty?" I dropped the basketball and walked up to the tiny kitten and picked her up. She was small enough to fit in my one hand, and I stroked her with the other hand.
Mew. She rubbed her head against my hand.
It was funny because when I was a child, I was one of those kids who loved startling animals and then laughing sadistically (in my defence, I was only five or six). Every time I saw a bird or an cat, I used to run up to it, shouting at the top of my lungs, making it fly away/run away in fear. And now here I was, being so soft towards a small kitten. Inara had brought out the softer part of me.
Tonight had been the dinner with Mishal and Maaz, and I had been out here playing basketball because I had no idea how to feel. On one hand, I had a great respect for Mishal for being such a strong woman, and that made me want to get to know her better. But on the other hand, I had to consider Inara and what was best for her. I wasn't selfish enough to put what I wanted before what was right for my daughter. She had faced enough, and now I only wanted to do something that made her happy and was good for her.
And yet, I couldn't help thinking of how good Mishal looked, and how caring she was to Inara, and her laughter, how easily we had connected.
As we got closer to the house, Bubbles began to mew rapidly, making me come out of my thoughts and I set her down onto the ground. She scurried ahead and into the house. I locked up the door and headed into the house.
"Rohail?" The sound of the walking stick was soon followed by the sight of my father appearing in the living room doorway. Mr Zulfiqar Ahmed, my father, squinted at me. He knew my basketball habit very well. "What's bothering you?"
