I Am A Muslim... /A Zayn Malik Fan-Fiction/

8

Amal's P.O.V:

I couldn't believe it. Them? My parents? Why would they be here? They could have called! At least!

Before I knew it, I was crashed into a hug.

"Oh, Amal! We've missed you so much!" Says my father.

"It's been so long! I knew it wasn't a good idea to let you live here on your own! Such a big place! We missed you so much we hopped into our car and came by to see you. We went to your house yesterday but you weren't home, so we spent the night at a hotel and we came to do shopping," my mother says with her Arabic-English accent. I've missed that.

"What are you doing here, Amal?" They ask in unision.

What should I say? The truth? But what if they find out? I'll be back at Bradford! What do I say...?

"Amal? What's wrong? Do you hear us? Should we take you to hospital?"

"No! Of course. I'm fine. Just missed you. That's it." They seemed confused.

"Come on, Amal! Let's go shopping! Together! Come on!" They were half way there untill I stopped them.

"Mama! Abbiy! Yallaah! Daunal nah shibunal manzil nayd!" I say, they moment I say it they turn around with wide eyes and huge smiles as they run to me. Also, I had said, 'Mum! Dad! Come on! Lets go to my house!'

"Yah Amal! Keentus tahteeyal leel fut heemal! Keenal fakarra kannak naseeyah!" They exclaim, clearly suprised that I spoke in Arabic since I usually don't. The translation, 'Oh, Amal! You spoke in our language! We thought you had forgotten!'

Suddenly, I realized what I was wearing, and so did my mother.

"Amal, what are you wearing?" Oh well, here comes the explaining...

"Mama, uh, it's my work clothes!" I say, nervously.

"Amal... You can't wear this... It's not suitable for a Muslim girl of your age. And didn't you promise us that you wouldn't go against your religion?" says my father.

I need to change the subject... "Why don't we talk about this at my house?"

"Okay..." they say, but I know they will never forget. Ever.

~~

I told them. Everything. The job, the uniform, everything. And they look thoughtful. They share a look and I know I won't be able to bear the consequences. Then the unbearable happens.

I'm going back to Bradford.

And leaving everything behind.

^^^^^

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