My best friend is my Ammi

Even bird's look at me twice

.Assalamualaikum  everyone sorry for the update after a century, I think this my longest chapter hope u love it! Love u loadzzz!!! ♡♡♥♥♥♡♡♥♡♡♡♡

Zeba's pov:

I was confused, or maybe ammi wanted me to be. I loved reading books especially the ones packed with mystery, suspense and romance.. this book sufficed all those categories and I enjoyed it mainly because I loved the author!!
I read books really quick I can sit and finish a 500pgs book in a day! But this journal my ammi wrote was something I wanted to rejoice bit by bit, ounce by ounce and make sure it becomes a novel that I can read for a very long time.

I curbed my itching desire to read further and kept the book with due respect on the side table near my bed.

Just then I saw a small figure cane walking towards me, his cute face held two brown sparkling eyes but they looked sad.
"Jaffu what happened??What is in your hand??", I asked.

He just looked down and slowly unleashed the precious little thing that his tiny little fingers were covering. It was tinier than his finger nail, something white and inclined.

"Ya Allah! Your tooth fell down!!"

He nodded his head and said," look, here! There iy a whole in my mouth didi!! He pointed his little finger towards his mouth.
He zoomed his teeth right in front of my face so I could get a clear view. The centre of is beautiful set of white milk teeth had lost a friend, who lay peacefully on jaffer's small hands. He looked even more adorable with the small doorway open in his mouth.

"Awee! Come here and sit on my lap! Don't be sad! I'm sure u will grow one back soon...", I tried to comfort him.

"But di can't you stick it back??" He questioned with a pout looking sadly at his teeth in his hand. 
I was horrified with the suggestion.

"Noo!!"
"Why not??"
"Umm.... because the new teeth that is gonna come wont have space then you wouldn't want an extra teeth in the front right?"
"Hmm .. okay didi... I am gonna take a picture of it and show my friends when I go back to school."

"Phew! Kids and the new technology!"

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Talib bro and Abba had gone for some work outside and Tahseen had taken Jaffar with her to meet Sarah aunty. I was probably sleeping when they all left.

I slept too long today and it had become time for lunch. Tahseen always did all the work at home from the day she came and didn't let me help her at all. She would tell me to help her whenever I felt like but  I stayed confined only to my room since the incident. The only thing I did was pray, read Quran or just stare at walls lost in deep thought. I never interacted with Tahseen, Abba, Talib bro and in fact not even with Jaffar.. Ya Allah what have I become... I was not the too much talking kind but still everyone enjoyed my company and the food I cooked.

I decided to make lunch, I simply loved to cook! Because it  helped me divert away my mind  as  I focused only on perfecting my recipe. I connected the wifi on my tab and looked up the recipe for butter chicken. 
I wouldn't say I was in a good mood but reading mom's book made me feel that she was next to me, that warm feeling was enough to get me moving, she loved this recipe and I didn't know why but I wanted to cook it. Or maybe because I wanted to appreciate Tahseen for taking care of me. I began the cooking, measuring everything exactly following the recipe except I added a bit extra butter so it tastes just like my mom's.

It was done I washed the vessels I used, my face and my hands and I smelt better after all that sweating and cooking. When suddenly I heard the door bell ring... I put on my hijab and opened the door.
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Zubair's pov :

The speaker's speech in our masjid was tomorrow! It was about 'the purpose of life'. I and Khalid had even invited our non-muslim friends to witness this unsolved question of 'The Purpose Of Life' which is answered exceptionally beautiful only in the Holy Quran. 

The only people left to  inform were Adil, Bilal, Nizar and Abdullah uncle's family!

I could have messaged Abdullah uncle by getting his number from someone in the masjid  like the others but I wanted to invite him personally.  Moreover I wanted to  check on him, as he didn't come for Dhuhar Salah today.  Abdullah uncle was someone who never missed salah even when it rained so heavily. I trully admired his dedication for Salah.

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I started my bike to go to pick up Khalid, but he texted me that he wouldn't be able to come because of some emergency.

I parked my bike right in between two houses 1904 and 1905. I didn't know which one it was, "damn khalid knew the number, I called him but his phone came as switched off.
Before i could ring any of the doorbell. A smell of amazing food hit my nostrils. I felt like Jerry or Tom when the smell literally carries you to the place where the delicious food is kept. I found myself standing in front of 1904. I rang the bell and a girl opened the door. She was wearing an apron and had worn a pink hijab that  perfectly covered every  strand of her hair, she had twinkling brown eyes and as soon as my eyes came in contact with hers I hurriedly looked away.
"Is this Abdullah uncle's house??" I asked standing there awkwardly staring at the plant pot in front of the door.
"He isn't at home." She replied in a stern voice. "Yes, I picked the right house" I congratulated my mind.

She was about to close the door. Before I could get the door slammed on my face I said, "wait! "
I didn't want to talk to her so I took out my phone and pointed at the screen indicating that I wanted  her to read the invitation about the speech to be held tomorrow.

I stood there like a pizza delivery guy waiting for a tip while she read the invitation.

Her eyebrows went up. That was the second time i glanced at her face. Her face has changed a lot from 6th grade I thought.
I was surprised that she didnt ask anything and just read it. She handed me my phone very quickly with her fingers aligned in the exact same way you give a tip to the pizza guy
(avoiding any contact of fingers).
She said, "In shaa allah!", without looking up at me.
I sensed that she must have smiled but I didn't know because I was looking down.
I quickly turned towards my bike to leave while I heard the door close behind me.

"Woah that was awkward! She didn't even act like she remembered me!! We were classmates for heaven's sake! I know she is sad  and it is not good to look at guys for a muslimah but who can ignore Zubair's glamourous face??? Even the birds look at me twice before flying.. ", I complained to the imaginery being, I thought was sitting behind me in my bike on my drive back home.
[basically he was just talking to the voice in his head ;)]

But though I think I forgot her face and didn't like her closing the door so fast, that smell of the yummy food was just amazing!!