Chasing Heart

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Iman

"Hurry up! Appi and Hamza Bhai will be coming over with breakfast!" I told Taif. I brushed my hair quickly, and pulled a tangle too hard, wincing in pain.

Taif came into the room, wearing black jeans and a pale blue button-down shirt. Using a small cloth, he cleaned his glasses and wore them. "I'm ready."

I wore a navy blue chudidar suit, with a plain blue undershirt (shameez) and a black lace maxi over it. Slipping my feet into a pair of high heel black stiletto heels, I turned, my hair cascading down my back.

"Haye Allah!" He looked at me from head to toe. "Ma Sha Allah!" He placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. 

"Maybe we can ask Appi to bring lunch instead... or dinner?" I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"You want to hold our Valima dinner here?" He reminded me.

"Oops." I said. "True."

"Besides, your sister and brother-in-law will figure it out." He grinned. 

"Poor Appi will probably blush for both herself and me." I laughed. "Come on. We're meeting them in the lobby." If we had a suite, we would have invited them up here, but it felt strange to bring them to the hotel room where we had gotten busy last night.

I slid my arm through Taif's and we headed out. Unlike my parents, or even Hania Appi and Hamza Bhai, the height difference between us wasn't massive. I wasn't exactly short, in technical terms, having partly inherited my height from my father's side of the family. In fact, with her sweet, naïve face and her short height, Appi looked like my younger sister.

As we stepped into the lift, he looked at me. "Is your Valima outfit ready?" 

"Yes, you're Ammi Jaan will bring it to the parlour tonight."

"Are you sure that you'd be comfortable in it?" He looked uncertain.

"Trust me, Taif. I would never wear something I would not be comfortable in. This is purely my choice." I kissed his cheek, since we were alone in the lift.

When we got downstairs, Appi looked ecstatic to see me. We hugged like we hadn't seen each other in years. Meanwhile, Hamza Bhai and Taif hugged as well.

"Aww, my baby is here!" I leaned down over Hassam's pushchair. "Assalam Alaikum, jaani." I reached down and rubbed the knuckle of my index finger against his chubby cheek.

The four of us had breakfast together, and it was great. 

"You know, I can see a glimpses of Mama in you today." Appi told me. "Ma Sha Allah."

I smiled at the compliment. "Thank you, Appi. That means a lot." I paused. "How is she anyway?"

Appi smiled sadly. "She couldn't stop crying. But Papa was there and he said that he would take care of her."

I struggled not to cry myself. I hated it when Mama cried. I had made her cry so much that each tear drop from her eye now felt like an ember of hell fire over my heart. It hurt like nobody's business.

"I'm not that bad." Taif smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, it made more sense when it was Hania's rukhsati." Hamza Bhai teasingly looked at his wife. "With her marrying the bad boy and all."

"I think Mama was crying over the fact that we have one more member on Team Papa now." I looked at Taif.

Everyone laughed at that.