3. simple moments

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Mashal's POV:

The conversation in the living room swells with the sound of laughter and overlapping voices. I watch as Hassan's family joins ours, exchanging pleasantries. 

Maria is already sitting next to me, her arm casually linked with mine as we sip on tea. The atmosphere feels warm, familiar, yet there's an undercurrent of something I can't quite shake off.

Mumma is still busy in the kitchen, ensuring that everything runs smoothly, while Dadu entertains the elders. Zayaan, ibrahim and Hana, Maria's cousins and brother, have already blended into the background, arguing over something.

I try to engage in the conversation with Maria, but my eyes wander every now and then, unintentionally finding Hassan.

He's sitting across the room, his demeanor calm and reserved, quietly observing the lively exchange around him. It's clear he's more comfortable in the background, letting the extroverted energy of the gathering wash over him without getting too involved.

I take another sip of tea, hoping the warmth will calm the restless fluttering in my chest. This is a family gathering, I remind myself. Nothing more. There's no reason for me to feel this way. But my thoughts betray me, and I wonder—what is he thinking about? Does he even remember me from all those years ago? Or am I just another face in the crowd to him?

Just then, I hear Dadi's voice, filled with warmth and nostalgia. "Hassan have you seen Mashal? It's been such a long time since you guys last met."

I turn my head to see Dadi smiling fondly at Hassan, who is sitting with a calm and composed demeanor. Hassan looks up at him, offering a small smile, a gesture of acknowledgment and respect.

"Yes, Dadi jaan. It has been a while," Hassan replies softly.

Dada's eyes twinkle with affection as he continues, "I remember when you used to come and play with Mashal and her family. You were so small then. Now, look at you—grown up and so composed."

I feel a mix of surprise and warmth at Dadi's words. It's strange to think of Hassan as the little boy he describes. I had only ever seen him as a quiet, reserved young man.

Bhai, who had been involved in a lively conversation with Hassan, catches the mention of their past and adds with a grin, "Yes, and he used to get along so well with Mashal. Remember the time they tried to build that huge fort in the garden?"

I smile, remembering the childhood games that seem so distant now. 

"Indeed," Dadu says with a soft laugh. 

As Dadu speaks, I feel a gentle reminder within myself. Our interactions, even during this joyful reunion, should always be mindful of Islamic guidelines. It's important to maintain respect and boundaries, ensuring that our actions are in accordance with our faith.

I recall the teachings about observing modesty and respecting personal boundaries, which guide us to avoid unnecessary interactions between non-mahrams. I remind myself to be mindful, even in this relaxed family setting. It's about honoring our values and maintaining a respectful distance while cherishing the company of family and friends.

Maria nudges me, pulling me back to the present. "So, are you ready for our gallery visit later?" she asks with a grin.

I nod, forcing a bright smile. "Absolutely. It sounds like a great plan."

As we continue chatting, I try to focus on the day's plans, but Hassan's presence lingers in the back of my mind. This day, I realize, is filled with more than just simple reunions. It's about rediscovering connections, respecting our values, and navigating the changes that time has brought. 

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