Running Out Of Time

Chapter 3

Ameera's POV
"Dad, what is wrong? Talk to us please" I begged. "We can't do any talking now, we have to leave this place, it's not safe enough. Dress up both of you and be fast" he replied.
I headed to my room confused. What was wrong with him, why was he like this? I pushed the thought out of my mind as I pulled on my abaya and tied my hijab in place before I headed out.
We made our way downstairs to where a car was parked. A different one from the one we brought when we were coming. This car had tinted windows and it looked nice, like really nice.
We entered the car and my dad zoomed off. Wow, this car was really fast, the fastest I had ever entered. I checked the time on my iPhone. It was already 9 pm and I was feeling really sleepy. As I was wondering where we were going, I feel into a deep slumber
"Ameera wake up we are there already" my mom shook me as she woke me up. I dragged myself down from the car as I accessed where we were. We were at a deserted place I guess because it was only one house that I could see in the whole area and it was surrounded by tall trees. It looked creepy.
I wasn't the scared type so I made my way inside. The house seemed okay. I knew my opinion was not needed anyway because whether I liked it or not I had to stay here and there was no arguing with my dad.
The house had two rooms so I took the small one to myself, and made my way to the bed, removed my abaya and launched myself on the bed before I fell asleep.
I heard a beeping sound. What is that sound. Somebody switch it off. I opened my eyes as I realized it was the alarm on my phone that was beeping. I switched it off and checked the time. It was time for Subh. Already. I yawned as I went to the the bathroom to perform my wudhu.
After I finished praying I went back to sleep. When I woke up, it was already in the afternoon. I checked the time on an old clock on the wall. It was 12:17Pm. Ya Allah. I jumped down from the bed and made my way downstairs.
I found my mom in the kitchen. She was making pancakes because I could smell them.
"As Salam alaykum" I said as I entered the kitchen. "WA alaykum Salam habibti. How was your night?" my mom asked.
"Alhamdullilah. What are you cooking mom? Am hungry and whatever it is you are cooking smells good". She laughed before she replied " it's pancakes, care to join me?"
"No thanks mom I think I'll skip this, you are almost done anyways". She chuckled before she said "Ameera what is wrong with you. You are about to get married and you don't like cooking. "
"Mom it's not that I don't like cooking but I am pretty tired and I don't think I have enough energy in me to cook" I said.
"Ameera, you have to start learning honey. Now come join me" she said.
"But mom-" I whined. "I don't want to listen to anything from you again take a knife and start chopping" she said. I sighed internally as I picked up a knife and started chopping.
We had started eating before my dad came out from his room. He looked disheveled and tired. His eyes were puffy and looked like he hadn't slept in a long time. He started eating and nobody spoke a word till we finished eating.
When we were done, I cleared the table and took the used dishes to the kitchen to wash.
When I was done it was already time for Zuhr so I went to make wudhu and prayed. By the time I was done, I had my bath and dressed up and made my way downstairs.
Everywhere was silent. My mom was reading the Quran and my dad was doing some things I guess were his office works.
I settled down with my phone as I played with it. A phone started ringing and I turned my head.
It was my dads' and he had already picked the call. I faced him and tried to listen to whatever he was saying because recently I had begun to take note of his calls.
"Hello, good afternoon this is Mr Sulayman, who am I speaking with" he said. "Okay. Yh thanks we've gotten there already - -, Oh Alhamdullilah, Somewhere safe? And we should do that? But why? Okay, I see where you are coming from. My daughter? Yh, she is 22."
That part really caught my attention. What were they saying about me. And what was my business with whatever they were doing anyways. I thought this was office business. I shook my head and tried to continue to listen to my dads conversation.
"Okay. Thanks I'll see what I can do. So you are saying it's for the best right, okay I'll talk to her thanks. Bye" he said as he dropped his phone. Talk to me?? But talk to me about what? I hope this running around we had been doing since yesterday doesn't have anything to do with me. I was broken out from my thoughts when I heard my dad's voice.

"Habibti Ameera please I need to talk to you "he said. I stood up from where I was sitting and made my way to meet him
" Yes dad, what's wrong? "I asked

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