Umar Pov:-
I felt strange when i talked to her it was weird. Like something you never felt before. I shook of thet feeling for the moment but it kept a corner of my heart and reminded me repeatedly. My day went normal but with a little of abnornalness.
The next day was same as tomorrow except that Aiza brought her umbrella. We didnt talk but had to a little if it were necessary. We both kept our distances but usualy ended up beside each other. I one or too time caught my self staring at her. That was seriously embarrassed. Some boys even snaped me out of it which never ends good and the least is public embarrassment. The day at the end ended very bad as they sang songs about us in the coridoor seriously i felt like punching them in the face. I quickly came home and went into my room. Ahhh i feel like killing someone. I took my time to relax and calm myself down. Suddenly i heard my phone ringing. I picked it up and my reminder was buzzing. Oh shit tomorrow is the first of Ramadan. I had totaly forgottn it. I quickly came down and saw my mom in her favorite chair. I went to her and greeted her and said "Asalam-u-Alaikum mom did you get my shalwar kamiz ironed i need it for tonight?" I saw no suprise in on her face that gave me relife. She said " why yes son. How could i forget my son is starting his Taravi this year i didget them ironed." The words send a awave of happiness in me
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Can't Live Without You
Non-FictionUmar is a kid with many problems in his life. But all problems root to one reason. That he is a Muslim living in America. He is treated as an outcast by society. Despite his wealthy background he lives a lone life. His life changes when he meets ano...
