HADIZAH'S POV.
"I'm fine, mummy, go to work," I reassured my mother for the umpteenth time, but she remained hesitant to leave.
"Are you sure about this? What if you have another one of your attacks?" she asked, her concern evident.
"I promise, I'll take my drugs, and you won't have anything to worry about," I replied with a smile, trying to alleviate her worries.
"Are you sure?" she pressed.
"I'm sure. Okay, fine, if you don't go, then who is going to pay the bills?" I quipped.
"Okay, I'll go. If anything happens, don't hesitate to call me," she said reluctantly.
"Mummy, I've heard. Okay, go," I insisted.
"Okay," she relented, grabbing her bag to leave.
"I might take a stroll out," I mentioned casually.
"Just be careful, okay?" she cautioned.
"I'm not a kid; I take care of myself," I retorted.
"Fine, just don't stay out too late. You can have this," she said, handing me some money.
"Thank you," I said, hugging her before she left for work.
As her car drove off, I went upstairs to my room, contemplating what to do next. Sitting on my bed, I gazed at the mirror on the north wall, reflecting on my life. Despite my spacious room in our four-bedroom apartment, I couldn't shake off the feeling of ruin inflicted upon me at the age of fourteen, marked by a year of sorrow.
Turning to my computer on the reading table, I attempted to chat with Ava, but she was unavailable, out for lunch with a family friend. Frustrated.
I started playing Pacman on my laptop, to be honest I loved this old game because it was significant about how we want everything to ourselves but there are creatures that stop us. I heard a sound so I took off my headphones to confirm the sound.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, interrupting my game. Surprised by the unexpected visitor, I hastily donned a jacket and hijab before answering the door, where I was greeted by an unexpected sight.
"Julian!" I exclaimed, nearly embracing him before catching myself.
He was wearing a black t-shirt with black trousers and an overall brown coat with boots to go.
"Almost," he remarked with a grin, amused by my reaction.
"What are you doing here? How did you find my house?" I bombarded him with questions, feeling a mixture of confusion and excitement.
"Can I come in?" he asked politely.
"Ye...," I began, then hesitated, realizing the implications of having a boy in my room. "Hey, how about we take a stroll instead?" I suggested, trying to divert his attention.
"That wouldn't be bad, but I think you should wear something warmer," he advised.
Realizing he was right, I quickly changed into warmer attire before joining him outside.
I grabbed a magenta coat and I wore it over my body hug. It is long so it passes my knee and I wore jeans under to go and a black hijab. Then picking up a pair of sneakers.
"You look stunning," he complimented me as I returned.
"Thanks," I replied, feeling a blush creeping onto my cheeks.
"So, where are we going?" he inquired.
"There are many beautiful places around here. Let's just walk around and maybe get some ice cream," I suggested.
YOU ARE READING
𝔉𝔏𝔄𝔐𝔈𝔖.
Spiritual"When a Muslimah with golden eyes and a rebellious eyepatch arrives in London, the city will never be the same - secrets will be shattered, hearts will be broken, and the truth will be revealed."
