NAFISA

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝟏

Nafisa Santuraki💕

October 2013

I sat under the shade at our park, lately it's the only place I find solace. I watched the guys play basketball, it's my best sport even though I'm short. My best friend zahida always says "Naf, basketball is for tall people not short, so come let's just talk" a smile made it way to my lips as I remember, she isn't a sporty person so she doesn't play

"Goal! Goal!" The guys playing exclaimed happily, they won the match and I clapped happily. There is some sort of peace that came with it

"I knew you would be here" nana sighed, without her even saying it I know she has been looking for me

"What's wrong? Why are you looking for me?" I asked after she sat next to me

"You scared everyone, you left without telling anyone" she replied panting heavily

"Sorry" was the only thing I said

"Let's go home before it's start raining, the weather looks like it will rain any minute" she informed

I wore my slippers and we walked home as it's starts to drizzle

"Walk fast nafi, its drizzling" nana said pulling my hand but I slipped mine out of hers and walked slowly while she ran

I love playing with the rain, the scent of sand when it's mixed with water and how the water splashes on my body feels so soothing. By the time I got in I was drenched in water, I still chose to use the back door so I will get even drenched

"Nafisa what's this, why did you wet yourself and why did you got out without telling anyone?" Mamie retorted annoyed

"Sorry mamie" I said and walked to my room, got changed and sat on my bed. I picked Ummah's picture which was framed and hugged it to my chest

"Ummah why did you leave so soon, I miss you so much Ummah" I said while warm tears fell from my eyes. It's been two years since Ummah passed on but I haven't moved on, nana and the rest have moved on but I can't, I fell asleep hugging her picture

"Nafi wake up, it's time for fajr" nana woke me up, we prayed and I said my du'as before going down to help with work in the kitchen

I loved cooking so much, especially if it involves flour, I love to bake so I am always there if I am at home

"Maman humaira an tashi Lafiya? Da me zan taya ki?" I asked with a small smile on my face resting on the kitchen counter

"Lafiya mamana, we are making waffles for break fast shorty" she spoke with her beautiful smile on her face

I grinned "my favorite, maman humaira stop calling me shorty, I will grow tall some day" I said with a smile, maman humaira is our maid, she should be in her late 40s. She has been with us for a very long time, maybe some years after I was born, she is a widow and has only one daughter Humaira, She got married last year and maman humaira moved in with us,she is very beautiful and has one of the prettiest smile, she is fair in complexion and chubby

"Some day insha Allah but before then I will keep calling you gajere" she said her laughter filling the air

and I laughed before replying "toh shikenan, let's start cooking then" We mixed the batter and I began toasting it while she told me tales, I loved listening to her stories

"Kaii amman gizo is a foolish animal" I laughed freely at one of the character

"He is smart also, after the fight with koki, he poured thorns on the road koki always follows and the tire of his bicycle got flat" she continued