Umar Pov~~~~------
Thats was kind of her but i couldnt possibly make a girl stand and sit on a bench it was just not right. I kept firm and stood there till the bus didnt arrive. I sat on the last seat of the bus and to every ones suprise i was the first one to climb the bus. I ignored all the stares and sat there silently. Aiza as usual came in the end and sat on the empty seat just ahead of mine. I took out my earphones and attached it to my mobile. Then i started listening Music. I closed my eyes to pass the moment. But suddenly i felt something hit me. I opened my eyes ready to see a bully who wants the last seat but found no one. Then i again closed my eyes and layed back but then again there was a hit now i kniw it was a notebook thet hit me the spiral knocked on my knees. I opened my eyes it was Aiza wait why is she hitting me? I looked at her and she wrote something in her notebook. She showed it to me and it was written "Its the month of Ramadan silly you dont listen to music" and that was enough to make me red of embarrassment. I quickly took out my earphones and pulled them out but to by bad luck the song turned on my phones speaker. Ok now this day cant get any worst. I quickly closed my phone and stuffed it in my bag. I calmed my self. I was about to close my eyes again before a yellow stickey paper hit my bag i opened it up and there was a number with a note which said "For guidance throughout the year" Then at the back of the note there was a name AIZA in block.
I kind of leaned infront and peaked and saw a smiling Aiza amd it was not any smile a smile with a lite giggle. I saved the number in my phone and messaged on that number. " you are giving me your number?" And to assure me the ring came from the seat infront of me. The reply came after a second of so and it said "cuz i trust you like you trust me:-)." That was a satisfactory reply and i took the yellow note in my hand and went toward the driver. We all kinda knew that he smoked so i went to him and asked for his lighter. He was resistent but when i told him the matter he agreed to give it to me. I took it and came back to where Aiza was seated and then i brurened the note infront of her so that no one gets this number i burned it till it was ashes and i stuffed the ashes in my bag. I gave the lighter back with a thanks and sat back on my seat i picked up my mobile and the there was a message i opened it and there was a thanks in that message. I replyed your welcome
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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...
