A wide smile made its way to my face as I looked at Iqraam playing with Unaisa and her younger brother Hassan
We had Hassan three years after Unaisa and he's now two years old
He has brown eyes just like mine and bore an uncanny resemblance to Faruq, Abdullah and Amaya's first son when he was younger
Faruq is now four years plus now and Amaya is pregnant with baby number two
Fatima is also carrying baby number three
I walked over to the father kids trio and sat on a chair in the garden
"Mama" Hassan called out excitedly in his baby voice
"Yes darling" I answered with a smile and Hassan ran over to me
"Dada said mama can't pway" Hassan said placing his hand on my lap
"Yes baby, mama can't because of you baby sister" I said placing a hand on my bulging stomach
Did I forget to say I'm also pregnant with baby number three?
"Baby?" Hassan asked placing his head on my tummy
"Baby no cry" Hassan said raising his head up and Iqraam and I chuckled
"You can't hear baby cry because baby is in Mama's tummy" Iqraam said coming to sit beside me
"Silly Hassan, when mummy brings baby from the baby store, you'll hear baby cry and laugh" Unaisa said walking over and Iqraam and I laughed
"Yes Hassan, your sister is right" Iqraam said and I nodded seconding him while laughing
"Okay dada" Hassan said and Iqraam picked him up to sit on his lap
"Mummy, look at my drawing" Unaisa said bringing her drawing book close to my face
It was a drawing of a dress, it had flower petals on it
It was beautiful even though the drawing was childish and unprofessional
"It's beautiful sweety" I said
"I'm going to tell your aunt Reya so we can make this dress together" I added
Unaisa grew up watching me design dresses so I'm not very surprised she could design so well at her age
"Yes!" Unaisa exclaimed happily
"Let's make the dress even better" Unaisa said and I nodded
She ran over to her drawing tools and brought a fresh piece of paper, handing it over to me
"Mummy draw your own dress, this one is mine" Unaisa said and I laughed
"Okay darling, I'll draw mine and we can make matching outfits" I said taking the paper from her
"Hassan wants mauching oufs" Hassan said in his baby voice
"Okay Hassan we'll all have matching outfits" I cooed and Hassan and Unaisa shouted yay
"I'll draw Hassan's dress" Unaisa shouted excitedly
Unaisa and I started drawing while Iqraam and Hassan played football not far away from us
We enjoyed our evening as a beautiful family
THE END
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The Hijabi's Convertee
Storie d'amoreMalika A young hijabi, going on with her life and whatever comes her way When her brother's best friend who has been overseas comes back to the country What changed? Read the book to know more This book doesn't discriminate against or criticize othe...
