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The weather seems to reflect my mood today. Its the middle of September the beginning of the cold British weather. Mind you the weather's always cold here. We rarely get warm weather. The sky is filled with grey and black fluffy clouds and the winds are strong and cold.it one push away from a rain storm.
Taking a sip from my tea a thought comes to mind. Am like Storm from X-men. When Storm's annoyed she summons grey clouds. Am depressed and its as if a rainstorm is about to happen.
Shaking my head at the silly thought , I take another sip. The door bell rings causing me to jump. Luckily the tea doesn't spill. I look at the time. I wounder who's came so early. Its only 9:30. Saif biya answers the door. I hear a man and woman voice. Saif biya comes and stands in the doorway and tells me to put my niqaab on. Taking my niqaab from the settee I put it on and stand up, wondering who's came. Saif biya then gushes in Safeer biya ,Mehmoona and Jaweriya. Safeer biya is there older brother and Saifs best friend.
" Sally darling." Mehmoona coos as she hugs me.
I feel Saif biya stiffen as he greats Safeer biya.
" Mehmoona you know I don't like it when you shorten my name. Would you like it if I called you Munni?"
"That's not even funny Sally don't you dare call me that again. " big eyes were filled with anger and her index raised at me.
Mehmoona childhood nickname has always been Munni. Munni means child.
" the same way you don't like to be called Munni the same way I hate being called Sal or Sally."
" But I call you Sally with love."
Folding my arms across my chest I say " well ill call you Munni with love and affection as well then. "
I hear laughter and see Safeer biya laughing. Flip!!! I forgot he was here. Me and my short attention span. I really need to work on that. I don't usually talk in front of my cousins. Just slaam dua. Then I move from that area. i'm a pretty reserved person But today I got so caught up with Mehmoona I completely forgot about him.
"Jaweriya!!!!" Attiya screemed as she came in to the room.
" Attiya about time i was do bored with out you. " jaweriya screamed back.
Then the two hugged as if they hadn't seen each other in years.
Saif biya of course was tight lipped at this point. He'll give her a lecture later.
" why don't you all sit down. Ill make you some breakfast and you can tell us why you came so early. Is everything okay? ".
" Everything's fine Sally.-"
" That's great to hear Munni" I don't usually interrupt when people talk but am making a point.
Mehmoona fake laughs and closes her eyes. I begin to pick up the dishes and clean the table.
" Attiya put the kettle on."
" No leave it attiya we just had breakfast. " Mehmoona says. Attiya then sits down.
I quickly clean the table and make tea. I put biscuits in a plate and a put them on the table. Safeer biya Mehmoona and Jaweriya all sit on one setee as me attiya and saif biya sit on the other.
" Sally your so annoying sometimes-"
"I take after you Munni" I say smiling.
This time she rolls her eyes and clenches her jaw.
YOU ARE READING
Life Is a box of Chocolates.
SpiritualSalsabeel Kausar is a shy anti - social woman of 20. she is a well cultured and the knowledge that she has about islam is in stone. Unfourtunatly, her short attention span gets het in trouble at times. Join her as she faces many twists and turns...