Light at the end of the tunnel

CHAPTER FOUR

Don't ever wear so many face just to hide your own, being oneself is priceless
_salamatullah

CHAPTER FOUR

Taheera

Today being Tuesday, one of the weekdays I hated the most, I woke up early before fajr, walked to the bathroom and perform an ablution then walked back to the room, sprayed farida’s praying mat because I take mine to ammi’s room, and starts praying. I so much love the serenity I get while praying two nafils, how the cool breeze calm me and the silence of the night that clear my thoughts and with every sujud I take, I feel my spirit being purified.

After I prayed my two raka'at, I straighten out one leg and bends the other, and sat there saying my prayers before the mu'aazim called the adhan. After praying subh I went back to sleep.

In the morning around 10:00 pm after I woke up, I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast but found mama steering only God knows what in a pot

“Morning ammi” I greeted

“I thought you guys already made breakfast but found out that you were still sleeping” she glared at me shoving thyme spice container to the cabinet

“ sorry ammi we overslept” I pouted doing puppy dog eyes

“Where is kubra and farida?”

“Don’t tell me they’re still on bed” ammi half-yelled

“Here we are” farida stroll idly and lean against the counter besides ammi

“good morning” farida greeted

“Ammi good morning” kubra greeted too almost at the same time with farida

“Morning” mama answered busy steering the sauce

Yes she’s making sauce

 as I was leaning on the kitchen counter she turned around and point a dough beside me

“make the gurasa and don’t forget to add small water to the sauce because I think it’s super thick”

She removed the apron and place it on the kitchen island, before I make any progress, I only meet her retreating figure.

After we ate breakfast, farida started preparing lunch with kubra giving her a hand whereas I roved back to my room and fetched my phone on top of the lamp drawer

I entered the passcode which is azaan’s date of birth, I saw two messages from Azaan and a missed call from an unknown number. I viewed azaan’s text first and replied it

Azaan: sorry I missed your call yesterday

Azaan: we need to talk T

Me: no it’s okay you don’t have to worry.

About what? Is anything the matter?

I log out and call that number, on the second ring, the person picked up and it’s a guy

“assalamu alaikum” he spoke

“wa’alaikumussalam” I answered

“Who’s on the line” I asked

“I am nurain…am I speaking with taheera sadiq?” he asked idly

“Yes this is she…how may I be of help to you”

“I found your wallet in Mai goro plaza a day before yesterday and I have been trying your contact but it’s not going”

Thank you Lord for saving me, I withdraw 25k that day and put it in my bag and my ATM in my wallet and suddenly lost my wallet. I wasn’t planning to tell ammi because she would scold me non stop.