The Girl Who Writes On Maple Leaves

Where you are not looking for

Pov: Qadira Khan 

Hamza and I just finished to read the moment where my mum left for Palestine ,

and we where both with tears and didn't know where to start. How to look for her ? 

We had to keep reading and search where is her last destination , but maybe is hidden , like the letter we just found.

We were waiting for my father at the post school hour and we were reading together. 

Even his mum asked for the post school 3 times a week like me and it was so cool to have a friend.

"Your mum if you see is seriously a hero, but the reason her sister said why she choose her is a bit weak, don't you think so?",

"I was thinking at the same thing, but do you think there are other letters ?" 

"Maybe yes , maybe no. Let's in the meantime choose a title for our group work".

I was wondering why he didn't propose to use another story or one of his family members ,

"Why you want to base all on me and don't put a pinch of you too in it?" 

"I will help you to write it down , to be creative , to follow the same river than you : are you creative?"

"A little bit i guess. Maybe when we will keep reading we will have a title and a way , we just have to go with the flow "

"Yes right. Don't stress out and remember don't let your father understand that you know." 

"If i was a little bit older and had money i would go and search for her , believe it  or not , even if i never knew my mother but i always felt i had a bond a bond as if i grew up with her , as if she is here , you understand me?", and he looked at me with a smile as if he knew ,

"A mother is always attached to you no matter what she did , or where she is , cause you must know that she carried you for 9 months , her body , by the grace of Allah , built you. You are her little treasure ",

He used the perfect words and i hugged him for that.

"You should start to do namaz , pray",

"Daddy Jun told me that is not the time yet i am still young. He explained me , step by step , our religion "

"Maybe he feels that your mum should teach you , cause you are a girl and a girl brings her life differently than a boy. She  the most precious thing in Islam , even if others think differently"

I started to get curious and when that happens " My eyes shines like water in summer and my cheecks become red as strawberries "  my dad used to say. Hamza noted it cause he laughed , 

"Maybe he thinks that  you must ask him. Try to ask him for sure he know how a girl have to do namaz , every men knows the differences and he can help you"

For a moment I was so happy to have a way to see my mother. My dad always said that when you ask duah ( wish ) they come true , you have to have patience ( in arabic sabr). He already asked to see his grandfather and we dreamt him at the same time the same night.

"I will for sure, thanks, but why you aksed me to do that?",

He took my hand like the cute children do and pinched my cheeck 

"Cause you miss your mum " , and this was enough.

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Heya readers , well i started to write short chapter to create a continuity in the story without boring you hahahhhha hope you are liking the story and stay tuned.

will Qadira find other letters? Will she know where her mother is ? 

- Yours , Naeesah Khan