Hamza POV
"Yes mother I'm looking but most of these girl's aren't my type," I says once again
"But how about that girl house we went to? She was pretty Mash'Allah," she says
"Mom she has no type of manners did you see how she was eating her food? Beside I don't care if she's pretty I want some that has a good personality inside and outside, don't worry mom I'll find the one and you'll have your grandchildren to keep you busy," she chuckles as I give her a peck on the cheek
I just love my mother.
"Child your phone is ringing!" My wonderful mother gets me out of my thoughts
I mumble a "sorry." Knowing my mother doesn't like when I zone out of this world traveling to my fake world I made a few months ago since my father passed away
I take my phone out of my pocket and see Khalid calling me.
"Yes?" I ask once I pick up
"Bro can we meet up at Old Country Buffet?" He asks me
I legit laugh so loud I get a glare from my mother.
"Bro it's Ramadan!" I say as I hear my mother chuckle probably knowing I'm taking to Khalid
"Oh my Allah I forgot!" He screams as i take the phone away from my ears do to how loud it is
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