Malika & Halima

7-Obstacles

Chapter 7

Malika was excited for her upcoming chemistry assignment. They were going to be studying DNA and genetics, and she couldn't wait to learn more about the science behind her own identity.

But as her teacher handed out the assignment, Malika's excitement turned to dread. The assignment required her to take a blood sample from her parents for a DNA test.

Malika knew that her parents were traditional and conservative, and she wasn't sure how they would react to the request.

In the night, she approached them nervously after dinner, explaining the assignment and asking if they would be willing to participate.

At first, her parents seemed hesitant but willing. They asked a few questions about the test and what it would entail, and Malika did her best to answer them. But as the conversation went on, their reluctance became more apparent.

Mr Othmane Anas spoke up first. "I don't see why we need to do this," he said. "Our family has been Moroccan for generations. We know who we are."

Malika's mother nodded in agreement. "And besides," she added, "I don't like the idea of someone poking around in my blood. It's invasive."

"Mom is not that painful...I will be done in a second."

"No! And that's final."

Malika tried to argue that the test was just a way to learn more about themselves and their heritage, but her parents remained firm in their refusal. It was the first time in her life that she felt anger towards her parent.

Feeling defeated, Malika went to bed that night with a heavy heart. She knew that without her parents' participation, she wouldn't be able to complete the assignment properly. And she couldn't help but feel like she was missing out on a valuable learning opportunity.

The next day at school, Malika explained the situation to her lecturer. To her surprise, the lecturer was sympathetic and understanding.

"I understand that your parents might not be comfortable with this," she said. "But I still want you to complete the assignment. There are other ways to get DNA samples besides blood."

Malika was relieved to hear this. She had been worried that she would fail the assignment and disappoint her lecturer. But with her teacher's encouragement, she felt more confident in her ability to complete the task.

Over the next few days, Malika researched different methods of DNA collection. She learned about cheek swabs, hair samples, and even saliva tests.

With a heavy heart, she walked to the second wing of the luxurious house. It is the place where her parent rooms reside. Malika gently knock on her mother's room, when the reply came she pushed the door knob and a grand bedroom came to view. Her mother is sitting on a dressing tool brushing her long her.

Perfect!

"Malika sweety, what is't?" Her mother, Fatima asked looking at her through the mirror.

"Let me help you with that." Malika said taking the expensive golden comb from her.

She started brushing it slowly and Fatima smiled through the mirror. After loosing all the strands and tangles she form a low bun.

"Done!"

"Thank you sweety." Her mother smiles brightens. She stood up from the chair and move to her gigantic wardrobe. She pick a dress and turn to show it to Malika, and that's when her smiles drops.

"Why are you putting my hair inside a box?"

"Mom its for the assignment I told you last week. This will be a substituted for the blood." She said holding up the box.

Her mothers face darkens. "Give me the box."

"Mom, why?" Malika is so surprised.

"I said give me the box!" Mrs Othmane Anas shout at her daughter.

Malika was so startled and confused. What is wrong with her parent and this assignment.

"Mom please, this is for-"

"-I don't care! Give it to me!"

Malika was at the verge of tearing up now, for the twenty years of her life, she has never seen this side of her mother.

What is happening?

She gave her the box and rush out of the room crying, knocking a maid who was holding a try on the way without caring.

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Malika ran to her room, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't understand why her mother had reacted so harshly. She sat on her bed, hugging a pillow, trying to calm herself down.

What is happening to her loving mother?

After an hour, there was a knock on her door. Malika wiped her tears and tried to compose herself before answering.

"Come in," she said softly.

Her mother entered the room, looking contrite. "Malika, I'm sorry," she said, approaching her daughter. "I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

Malika looked up at her mother, still feeling hurt. "Why did you react like that, Mom?" she asked.

Fatima sat down on the bed beside her daughter. "I was just worried," she said. "I don't like the idea of someone taking our DNA and using it for who knows what."

"But Mom, it's just for a school assignment," Malika said, feeling frustrated. "And I found a way to do it without using blood."

Her mother nodded. "I know, and I'm sorry for overreacting. Here," she said, handing Malika the box with the hair sample. "I want you to be able to complete your assignment."

Malika took the box, feeling relieved. She hugged her mother, grateful for the apology.

"I love you, Mom," she said.

"I love you too, Malika," Fatima replied, hugging her daughter back.

As her mother left the room, Malika felt a sense of closure. She knew that her parents might not always understand her choices or interests, but they still loved her and wanted to support her in their own way.

With renewed energy and motivation, Malika completed the assignment successfully using the hair sample from her mother and the cheek swab from herself. And while it wasn't exactly what she had planned, she felt proud of herself for finding a way to overcome the obstacles in her path.

As she submitted the assignment to her lecturer, Malika knew that she had learned a valuable lesson about family, communication, and problem-solving. And she felt grateful for the experience, even if it hadn't gone exactly as planned.

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