Her and the Basketball Champion

MAHA (bonus bonus chapter)

Maha

"Well, you don't have to be rude about it mama." I sigh, flipping through my textbook mindlessly. I've been trying to solve this maths equation for the last hour, and now my mum is concerned that I'm not focusing.

She said, and I quote, "Your daydreaming isn't going to get you good grades, and that posture isn't going to make it easier."

Right now, she's walking around my room trying to get her steps in whilst carrying Musa, my youngest brother. He was born three months ago, and is a pretty chunky baby if you ask me. 

"If you are taking a break then please look after him while I start on dinner, your dad will be back from picking up Ahmad soon." Ahmad is the second born child, and has a teenage obsession with football and hanging around with his friends 24/7.

One thing I love about my parents is that they love each other and it is very clear to everyone. I doubt anything could really break them apart even if the world was ending.

That may be slightly dramatic, but it's true. 

I get up off my desk chair and take Musa from my mum, kissing his chubby cheeks as I begin to walk around him. He reaches for the balloons which he loves. They are my 18th birthday balloons leftover from a month ago, but I've kept them because he loves them.

I am in my last year of school, and officially regretting my maths studies, because ever since this year has started, I have been a total wreck. Unable to focus sufficiently and always distracted in whatever I do.

Mama gives me a kiss on the head and walks out of my room, just as Dad and Ahmad come home, rowdy as always.

I hear their muffled talking in the kitchen, and place Musa down in the middle of my bed. He yawns and stretches, cooing and grabbing at something in the air.

I smile as I watch him, overcome with love for him.

I turn to the floor length mirror, observing myself. Light brown hair and dark blue eyes. I know I inherited the eyes from dad, but the hair is lost on me because both my parents have dark hair. My skin is a mix of theirs. I get super pale in the inter and in the summer I acquire the best tan anyone could ask for. I blame it on the melanin from mum.

I don't wear hijab like my mum does, even though I know I should. I've had some struggles with it during high school, and my view on it now has changed compared to when I first started wearing it. I used to love it and how it represented modesty and faith.

Now my other feelings seem to override that. All because of that one incident two years ago. because of a group of kids who, for some reason, thought it was a good idea to torment me because of my hijab.

"Maha, come down please. And bring Musa with you."

I snap out of my wallowing and pick up Musa from the bed. He seemed to have fallen asleep in all that five minutes.

I head downstairs, walking past Ahmad in the living room watching tv - no surprise there.

A knock at the door makes me jump, and I see a shadowed figure through the glass. Not wanting to open the door, I walk towards the kitchen and grimace.

"Really, in the kitchen of all places. Someone is at the door if you noticed." I say in a sing- song voice as dad steps away from mum with a smile on his face.

Sometimes seeing them in love is a bit sickening too.

"I'll get it don't worry. He pinches my cheek and kisses must on the forehead before opening the door.

"Salaam man! It's been ages." I hear my dad say, and I turn around , curious to see who's at the door.

I feel my heart drop as I notice the last person I would expect to see at my doorstep.

Hi lovelies,

I'm back with a bonus bonus for you all!

How are you all?! I feel like it's been forever since I wrote this book, I miss it.

I'm not sure why I posted this but here we are. I got a writing rush if you want to call it that.

I love you guys and thank you for the support,

Don't forget to keep an eye out for my other books :)

Love,

-A