Gang medic (Hijabi Love Story)

Eid

Mashallah  another blessed month of Ramadan is over and I'm more excited about 3 whole days of celebrating eid with family and friends than my birthday. Eid was on a Friday but thankfully school finished early. Mamas got a couple of days off from work do we're cooking biriyani together while face timing my sister . Every thing is bliss right now until mama makes me speak to our relativesin India . Always a pleasure to know how many doctors there are in the family.

When an incoming group call from Zahra Coco and Tia come i scramble to pick it up still holding onto a lemon .

"Eid Mubarak ! " we all squeal at eachother

"Mmmm I can smell biryani " drools Coco

"Coco how can you possiy smell biriyani through the screen ? " I say giggling but also giving her the sideye

She shrugs her shoulders

"So is the plan still go to Eid prayer at the park and meet the boys there" asks Z

"Yup we'll go super early to first say our greetings to our parents before the crowd and after we'll meet Ty (Tia's twin brother) and hang out with them.  " Responds T

"But guys you promise to help guide me in the prayer I'm still learning the ropes. I'm so nervous"

"Of course my love"
"Do you even have to ask "
"You'll be just fine babes "

Tia and her brothers recently took their shahadah mashallah after a long journey of her hoping to find herself in Islam.  It was emotional for all of us but I'm glad we all could experience it with her .

We're all wearing matching abayas that Coco's mother brought back from her trip to dubai . I swear one of the best things about Eid is dressing up .

Even though when we arrived super early for the first prayer   the park is now flocked. By the time the second round of prayers are beginning  we're walking hand in hand through the crowd of abayas and thobes. And if I wasn't trying to avoid being whacked by a fellow sister flipping the loose end of her scarf at my face  I'd say there's no place I'd rather be than here. Hearing the salams and festive greetings with kids running around in poofy dresses and mini thobes with the smell of delicious cuisines and the tune from the ice cream truck all together is just so beauti-

"Ow!" I screech heading straight into another body

"Finally we found you lot " says an arab boy to Tia

I'm still rubbing my temple

"Alright Saf"

I look up.It appears the boy I've run into is no other than Khalil . Yes my khalil . Well not my Khalil but you know what I mean.

"You know him ? " whispers Z nudging me and looking more than a little suprised

"He called you Saf nobody ever calls you Saf "Gasps Coacs munching on God knows what in classic coco fashion while wagging a menacing finger at Khalil

"Yeah we uh met in the uh ... library " i finnaly finish hoping they're convinced

Khalil smirks . One eye brow raised and says "Yeah massive book nerd me " swinging an arm around my shoulder .

"Sooo I begin " detaching his arm from me . " What are the plans for today ?" I say turning to the guys who are matching Khalil in Nike tech hoodies and varying coloured thobes.

"Food . There giving tons away here you know Zakat and that " says one of the boys

"I think I've met my soul mate " whispers Coco to us.

For the rest of the day we gorged ourselves on samosas and jalebi and mango juice we joined in with the dabke dance and the nasheed singing.  Along with the boys smuggling in fireworks which lit up the whole sky  in an array of colours but thankfully not the trees. It was a day to remember for sure.

Once we had prayed maghrib at the mosque we returned to park to watch the sunset on the massive hill at the centre of the park .Some of the boys are playing footy with Coco who kindly offered to referee although  she knows little to nothing about the sport she is very passionate thats for sure.

We're all bathed in a pool of amber glow surrounded by age old oak trees with a stray leaf fluttering onto the ground every so often  .

Tia is racing against 2 of the boys and she's leaving them in the dust  . Zahra on the other hand is in a heated conversation or rather debate about something or the other.

And me?My social battery has been drained for the day .I'm alone sitting on a bench with my feet hung over the arm rest looking over the miniature town surrounding me and wondering what's the big rush in wanting to  leave this place.

I'm half watching half dozing the others play around me when all of a sudden i hear a loud thud.

Khalil has jumped onto the bench beside me like he's jumped over a gate.

Thanks for reading  :) Should I do   a chapter from Khalil 's perspective next ?

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