"People have meet cutes, ours was an Eid Cute . This is the story of the Eid we Met. "
Amidst the fun and chaos of Eid celebration, Maha comes across Isahaq whom she is instantly drawn towards .
Maha is captivated by his gentle demeanor and charmin...
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Maha
Soon, the resort provides small white vehicles to transport us to our respective cottages.
I make a beeline for the backseat of the buggy, the only seat that faces backward and gives the sensation of moving in reverse.
The luggage is loaded onto a separate buggy, and everyone takes a seat wherever they can.
Nayel sits directly opposite me, his back facing mine, while Isahaq takes the remaining seat beside me, deliberately avoiding eye contact.
As the buggy begins to move, I feel the familiar sensation of the wind brushing against my face. The trees around me blur, making it seem as though everything is moving in the opposite direction. I've always loved riding in the backseat for this exact experience. However, there's also the risk of falling face-first onto the road if we're not holding on carefully, as this seat is fully exposed to the surroundings.
I pull out my phone to record a video and send it to Amna, who has been persistently texting me, eager for updates.
She had been wanting to visit this resort for a long time but had suddenly fallen ill.
"Maha, take a selfie with everyone too; we need to capture memories," Ammu says from behind, and I reluctantly raise my phone, searching for the perfect angle to include everyone in the frame.
"Give the phone to Isahaq; his arms are longer," Nayel's mom advises.
Isahaq gently takes my phone, leans slightly towards my side to get everyone in the frame, and clicks the round button, capturing the moment.
He hands the phone back to me and returns to looking the other way, undoubtedly still feeling awkward about what had happened on the ride over. But it's good that he isn't avoiding me because of it.
I send the selfie to both my mom and Amna.
"Call me immediately. But make sure Isahaq bhaiya or that demon isn't near you." I scrunch my eyebrows at Amna's message. What demon?
The buggy comes to a stop in front of a row of cottages, and we all disembark. Isahaq helps carry our luggage into our cottage and then jogs down the steps to assist the others.
The resort is unique for having separate cottages for each visitor instead of typical rooms in a building.
I notice Isahaq's family entering the cottage next to ours and Nayel's mother going into the one after that.
A family has already occupied the cottage on the other side of ours.
I initiate a video call with Amna as I step through the gate of our residence for the next two days.
"Wow—this is so cool!" My cousin's surprised voice comes through the phone as I show her the interior.
A comfortable king-sized bed rests in the middle, while a few artistic wooden pieces of furniture are arranged around the room. There's a small connecting backyard with our room. We can see the backyards of our neighboring cottages, but each space is demarcated by white fences.
