"BIANCA!? GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!" My mother screamed louder than I had ever heard her scream. What I hadn't realized was that Adil was still wearing his uniform, so all my mom saw was her daughter hugging a terrorist. "Mom! It's okay it's okay!" I tried to calm her down but she grabbed one of my lamps and threw it at Adil. "Mom stop!" I screamed back. "Get away Bianca!" She screamed and behind her I saw my dad rush upstairs. Holy crap.
"MOTHER!" I grabbed her and held her tightly. She stopped panicking for a moment and looked at me with tears in her eyes.
"It's okay! I'm okay! He's not going to hurt us please please stop!" I looked at both of them. My father, was an outraged face, glared at Adil. "Who is this terrorist on your balcony?" My father boomed. Adil took the knife out of his pocket and placed it on the floor, lifting up his hands in peace. "I do not want to hurt you." He told us. "Please believe me. I am not one of them." He said sincerely.
"He's not mother! He saved me from the terrorist attack!" I told them both. "A terrorist doesn't save an infidel." My father said lowly.
"You aren't infidels. You believe in God, I believe in God. You believe in Jesus, I believe in Muhammed. I was a terrorist until I met your daughter. She made me see life in a different way." Adil spoke softly. My parents both relaxed a bit.
"Please believe me mom. Do you believe me?" I asked her. She gave me a worried look. Then she sighed, looking down. "As long as he has no weapons. I mean, we don't even know him, we shouldn't judge him on his culture and customs." She said and I sighed in relief. My father was not so easy to forgive. "Why are you here?" He asked Adil harshly. "I came to apologize to your daughter. I wanted to tell her everything but it was hard. Once I met her, I questioned my life. I've come to realize that she is more important than my family's customs." He said. My heart lit on fire by his words. "I have never heard of a terrorist apologizing." My father laughed. "Why? Why did you think you could just come up here in the middle of the night, when, WE don't know you, we don't know you're here. For all we know, you could've killed her." My father finished his statement.
"I would never kill her." He replied. "Why wouldn't you kill her like you kill everyone else?" My father didn't let this go. "I love her." Adils eyes locked with mine and my face lit up like never before. My parents were silent, and on the outside I was silent too. But inside,
I was screaming.
