Qalb e Jaan

Twist & Turns

 ([They say] Our Lord! Do not let our hearts deviate after you have guided us. Grant us Your mercy. You indeed the Giver [of all bounties.])

[3:5]

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                         "What you mean I have to wait more?" she spoke, her voice thundered in the coffee shop.

"Look Ma'am. Your order is on the way, you just have to wait a little—" he tried to reason but she cut him off amid his speech, "—Listen I can't wait more. Return my money. I'll just get it from some other cafe. I am going to be late for my classes." she forwarded her hand towards him, palm flat asking for money.

"M-ma'am—" he tried to speak again but she waved him off.

"MY MONEY." she shrugged her hands jerking her chin towards it.

The staff heaved a deep sigh, "Here you go.", he placed the money on her palm.

She threw a fake smile his way, pocketing the coins in her sling bag and make her way outside the cafe.

It was a serene 6 A.M., the morning light streaming softly through the window, as she rose with quiet determination to begin her day. After a brief session of morning prayer, she indulged in a few moments of exercise, letting the stillness of the morning infuse her with energy.

Settling into the comfortable solitude of her room, she immersed herself in her studies, the hours slipping by unnoticed in the tranquil atmosphere. Time, however, proved to be an elusive companion, and it was not until Ayse stormed into the room, calling for breakfast, that the truth dawned upon her. The clock, now reading 7:30, betrayed her plans — the time to catch the DLR had long passed. A wave of panic surged as she realized her lateness, her shriek piercing the silence. The suddenness of her cry startled her sister, Ayse who froze in place, both hands pressed to her chest in shock.

"Baharay....." Ayse screamed and lurched at her. She all but jumps ready for an escape out of her sister's attack and scoots herself into the bathroom.

"I AM SORRY AYSE." she shouted inside the bathroom while traversing for her toothbrush.

"You are impossible." Ayse scowled at the closed door, "Come fast if you don't want to miss out on breakfast Baharay." and left the room.

In the living room they both were settled on their respectable chairs, although Baharay was getting late but she couldn't skip her breakfast because she knew Ayse very well how she would react with her if she skipped it. So now she is silently digging into the food, her demeanour haste.

"Aaram se khao university bhagi nahi jaa rahi kahi." Ayse interrupted, eyeing her sister's rashness with food.

"Ayse yaar I am in middle school. Would you please stop calling it a University. This is England not France. And I am a teenager, not an adult like you in her 20s." Baharay whined like a child.

Living for a year in France had an effect on Ayse, she feigned ignorance to her sister's blabbers. She called it university for a reason because she wants Baharay to act more like an adult. Baharay as a middle-schooler is more chaotic than Anatolia's Baharay. So she pray to change it.

"Okay okay eat. You're gonna get late for classes." She gave her a dirty look.

Baharay muttered a barely perceptible phrase under her breath, too faint for mortal ears to grasp. With a fleeting glance at her sister, she calmly returned to her breakfast, the quiet rhythm of her actions undisturbed by the whirlwind of urgency that had just passed.

Now walking down the lane she recalled everything from half an hour ago. It's stressful as she missed her DLR and is now waiting for the double-decker to drop her at her school. She can't even get her coffee because the guy from the cafe asked her to wait more due to long queues, but she can't do it when she's already late.