"Pearls don't lie on the seashore. If you want one, you must dive for it"-Chinese proverb
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"Noooo!" Afra blocked my path stopping me from going into the bathroom to wipe this ridiculousness of my face. I have no idea what made me sit and let Afra apply make up on me. Now that she was done and I got a chance to look at my face in the mirror, I knew there was no way I was keeping this on.
"Assalamu Alaikum" Akram announced his presence and waited till Afra replied before he came into the room.
"Let me go wash this off" I said and stepped aside but she blocked my path yet again putting both of her arms on my shoulders.
"Please don't," she pleaded, "You look gorgeous" then turned me towards her brother who was standing a short distance away from us. "Tell her she doesn't look ridiculous"
I watched as he did me a quick once-over before responding, "You don't look ridiculous"
"And tell her how amazing she looks"
"You look really amazing" he quickly answered as though under hypnosis and I shook my head at the both of them before walking into the bathroom. I brought down the pack of opened wipes and easily wiped all the makeup off my face. I was sure Akram had come to inform us to come out, they were waiting for us. After we finished cooking, Afra and I lay down to wear off the tiredness and we watched TV before we got up to bathe. It was after we dressed up she pleaded me to make me up and I let her. Now as I wiped it off my face I knew it was a bad idea.
I looked gorgeous I knew. But I was too old for such things. It's not like I had a suitor or husband I was willing to impress so I really didn't see the point. I walked out into my room and was surprised to find Akram still standing there. I noticed he was dressed in a blue shadda; the traditional clothing for men with a matching hat.
He looked good.
He held out a bag to me, "Here"
"What should I do with it?" I asked
"It's for you. Open it"
I nodded though still a bit unsure. I brought the content of the bag and held the hard paper box in my hand before lifting off the lid of the box to reveal those silver shoes I had wanted the other day.
I looked at him in surprise the same time Afra snatched the box from my hands and brought out the wedges. "These are gorgeous" she prattled
"Thank you" I said flustered, "But you really shouldn't have"
Afra interrupted our little eye lock by pushing me down to sit on the edge of my bed.
"Wear them" she instructed and I did unable to make sense of what I was feeling right then. She held out her hand and I took it standing up to become taller than Afra but still not quite as tall as Akram
"You look beautiful" he said to his sister then locked eyes with me, "You both do"
"Oh no" Afra shook her head coming to stand in between us tearing our eyes off each other to concentrate on her. "You are not getting off so easily, where's mine?" she queried
"I didn't know what to get you. You want shoes too?" he asked
"Well..." she slung her arm around his shoulder leading him to walk with her towards the door, "since you didn't get me anything and I now have to ask for it, why don't you make amends for your mistake by buying me a car?"
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Last Tears
SpiritualMaheen's life has never been awesome. But it wasn't all terrible either. What happens when all that Maheen cares about is snatched from her fingers and she has no one to turn to. Akram's life is as smooth as it could be. If you ignore the constant...