AREEZAH✔️

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  Well after a while we finally settled for breakfast and ate. Even that, we had to argue about it playfully of course. My siblings also went to greet Haj Hajarah since they were leaving today which is Sunday. School activities starts tomorrow.

Haj Hajarah is fond of kids so she had welcomed my siblings warm heartedly.

Currently we are all in Jameels car to drop my siblings at home. I'm just realizing that I'd be going to my parents house for the first time after my knot has been tied. Sighs.

The drive was slow and comforting, I guess the silence was so much needed. Although whispers could still be heard at the back which Aminah and Ikhsaan sat at.

Imaan was hell bent on sitting with me which she eventually fell asleep on my laps.

In no time we were at my house and nothing seem to have changed the outer look, what was I expecting tho, it's not like I've been gone for long. It still feels foreign stepping into the house considering the fact that I've never been away from home before marriage for more than a month.

Imaan was eager to run into her mum's room after she woke up, how I envy that. I wish I could run into my mothers arms just like that.
How do I even begin to find my mum?

Haj Fatima, my foster mother in all her beauty glory walks out of her room holding Imaan who's clutching the leather bag which Jameel had given to her as a gift.

I didn't know he bought something for them until he gave it to them before we left our house.

My Foster mother beams but I can't help but see every of her actions to be fake. I mean, someone who could lie to my face and concealed a truth for a long time ? How am I supposed to believe every actions or words by her.

"Good morning Ma," Jameel greets oh so politely but I can see the slight annoyance on his face, he must have really liked Her but since his perspective of her has changed was it because of me?

Does it mean I matter?

Psh , even if it was someone else Jameel would still do thesame.

"Jameelu Welcome, sit down Mana. Where's Inna come and bring water for Ya Jameel," she says as I stood frozen at my spot. I didn't even know what to say.

We didn't have a proper conversation last time we talked. If things were different and it didn't turned out haywire, I would have been clutching her not so big frame in a missing embrace. Wallah I had loved and respected her alot, I prolly always think she's stuffed up and strict because she's still coming to terms with the fact that her husband, my Father was no more.

Honestly even I, I wasn't able to believe my dad had passed away. Like tuff! Just like air.
It was almost like a dream, he was here last week and the next week all of his belongings and anything that could remind us of him alongside him was gone.

But after so many years, I'm not gonna lie Haj Fatima even tho miffed all of the time made sure we never lacked anything! She gave us so much you'd think our father was just in some country and not the other part of the world. Even if I'm just realizing that she' has put a difference quite alot of times between me and my siblings, she never ever refused me.

Until marrying Jameel.

I wouldn't say Haj Fatima was completely cruel. I begin to wonder how many sacrifices she must have done for her children. I'm also one of her sacrifices don't you think?