"Yaya Barakah, what do you want to do in the future?"
I turn around, Hoor is standing behind my study chair, smiling. I tilt my head to check the door at the corner, then frown, "Did you knock?"
She nods, "what do you want to do in the future?"
"You mean 'be'?" I ask.
Her eyes widen, "you want to be a bee?"
"No," I roll my eyes, "I'm correcting you. You're asking what I want to be in the future, right? Like my future career?"
She jumps in reply.
I look at the wardrobe by my right, trying to think. I'm not sure I've ever thought about it, talk more of decide. "I don't know yet." I shrug and face my desk, where my beloved Mathematics assignment is waiting for me.
"You know what I want to be?" She jumps, appearing beside me. I shake my head, eyes on my notebook. "A Superhero!" She shouts, doing a star jump and hitting my chair.
I stare at her in surprise. "Are you serious? Is Superhero a job?"
She drop her hands, "is not a job?"
"Nope. Only on TV." I face my work, hoping she'd go away.
"But why?" she cries out, stamping her feet on the floor. "That's what I want."
I frown in disgust. "See, I don't know. Go and ask Mommy."
She stares at me, unblinking. " Superhero should be a real job."
I blink. Okay...
"I will be Hoorah Star." She pumps her fist in the air.
I laugh. "Hoorah what?" I shake my head, "who formed that name?"
She glared at me, "me!"
"It's not nice. You should be Queen Hoor or Star of Hoor o-"
"Wonder Hoor!" She exclaims.
I shake my head, "that's not sweet. You s-"
"Hoor, have you finished your homework?" Mommy shouts from her room.
Hoor widens her eyes, smiles, puts a hand over her mouth and replies, "no, I'm looking for my pencil." I watch her peep under her bed.
I roll my eyes and resume my work.
•••
"Monday mornings is the worst!" Brianna cries as she slumps on our chair.
I roll my eyes, "that's because you don't sleep on time." I sit down, placing my bag on the desk.
"That's even worst. I had to catch up on all the Netflix series I missed. And I have just one free day. One!" She indicates with a finger, lower lip jutting out in a pout.
"Then watch it during the day and sleep early at night." I shrug. That's what I do, and it works. Why can't she do the same?
She sighs, "you will never understand."
I turn to her. "I think you're the one not understanding." I shrug, "anyways, have you done your assignment? What did you get in number 2 and 3?"
She blinks, "assignment? When?" She quickly opens her bag and removes her books. Standing, she sorts through them before sitting, eyes blank. "I didn't bring it."
I roll my eyes. Of course she didn't.
"Wait," she raises a finger, "which assignment?"
I sigh. She's more hopeless than Hoor.
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Our Fates: Book III of the Fate Trilogy
SpiritualBlurb Three women. Three stories. Three fates. In this sequel to TRIALS, Meena Lawal, Aisha Kabiru, and Barakah Muhammad face new challenges and choices that will change their lives forever. Following her wedding with Badr, fate forces Meena and her...