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Ameera's POV:
"Meeru-beta! Get in the car, jaldi se (quickly), yallah (hurry up)!" my Ammi called from downstairs.
I was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling mindlessly, when I heard my mother call for me.
"Jee Ammi!! I'm coming," I responded, as I started to get up.
I quickly glanced at the clock; it read 10 am-- We were supposed to leave for Khala Nazia's two hours ago!
How could I have been so reckless? I had lost track of time and-
-Ya Allah, I had to pack!
Without a second thought, I shoved a few random abayas into a suitcase and sprinted down the stairs.
I pulled on my niqab before I stepped into the driveway.
Before I left I recited the dua for leaving the house:
Bismillahi tawakkaltu alallahi la hawla wala quwwata illa billah
( "In the name of Allah, I trust in Allah; there is no might and no power but in Allah")
"Sorry I was late... "I told my mother, breathing hard.
"Meeru, when will you learn to be punctual?" My mother lightly scolded as I put my suitcase into the trunk, "Will you do the same on your wedding day?" She teased.
"Ammi?!" I cried, embarrassed, "I just turned 20... why do I have to get married now?!"
"Meeru-jaan, no one is forcing you to get married now, I'm just suggesting it as a... mere possibility, if you meet the right man," my mother responded softly.
"Just take a look at me, what kind of man would want to marry me?" I said half-joking.
"Meeru, don't say that-" My mother started before my older brother, Ayan honked from the window of the drivers seat.
"- Meeru, are you going to spend all day talking, or are you going to get in the car?" Ayan shouted, exasperated.
"Ayan, have a little sabr (patience)," Aisha said, trying to calm Ayan down.
Ayan was the oldest, Aisha was the middle child, and I (Ameera) was the youngest.
I got into the backseat where my sister Aisha sat, and my mother sat in the passenger seat.
Even though our car had an AC (cooling system), it was 110 degrees Fahrenheit (43 degrees celcius)! I pulled my niqab off, as it was just my family inside the car, and we had tinted windows.
When we started driving, I started reciting the dua for travel:
Subhanallazi sakhara lana haza wama kuna, lahoo muqreneen, wa ina ila rubbina la munqalibun.
(Glory to Him Who has subjected this to us, Land we could never have it (by our efforts).
And verily, to Our Lord we indeed are to return!)
Khala Nazia lived a few hours away from us, we were going to her house because my cousin, Fawziah, one of my best friends (2 years older than me), was getting married. We were going to stay there for 2 weeks, (staying there for the nikkah and walima).
"Ayan, start driving Yallah (let's go)," I told him.
My brother started driving.
"What were you and Ammi bantering about outside?" Aisha whispered to me.
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