Story Of Us

Chapter 3 : Memories

No matter what happens
Some memories can never be replaced.

Aiza's POV

It was 2 am but sleep was out of thoughts. My mind was already occupied with some faint memories, some questions that were left unanswered and the isolated thoughts that lingered in my mind always and maybe forever.

It's been so many years, things have changed so much but with time, these strange feelings inside me have grown stronger with every passing day.

*Flashback*

"Mamma I'm not gonna go home. I wanna play here with them."

"But beta you have to else you'll trouble them."

"But I want to stay here. Pleaseeeee."

"Let her stay here. " Hamza's mum, Sadia aunty said to mum.

Finally, mamma agreed and left for home and I was in his house playing all around with him and his siblings.

While we were playing in the garden Ali, his younger brother called a girl who was watching us from her terrace and Hamza told me that she was their new neighbour.

She was around the same age as me and seeing her Hamza got excited and waved his hand at her and she waved back with a wide grin on her face.

That was all to make my blood boil in anger. We were the best of friends and I could not bear him playing with anyone else other than me.

Soon within a few seconds she came to the garden. Hamza grabbed her hand and came towards my direction.

"Aizu, meet my new girlfriend, Isra."

Hamza cheerfully introduced her to me ,I faked a smile and did a handshake with her.

As we resumed our game, I didn't like the idea of Ali inviting her to play with us. Hamza's attention was now diverted to that girl Isra.

Stomping my feet in anger, I went and sat on the swing with my arms crossed over my chest. I was in no mood to play now.

I called out for Hamza but he didn't listen, he was busy playing with her and that was all to make me furious at the sight.

Tears started rolling down my eyes and I was really sad that my best friend does not care for me now.

"What happened Aizu, why are you crying my child?" I snapped my head up to see Sadia aunty with chocolates in her hands.

" No one plays with me , Hamza has got his new girlfriend and now I'm not his girlfriend anymore."

I replied in between my sobs.

She chuckled at my reply and hugged me. She called out hamza who still didn't listen. She called his name again, a bit louder this time and he came towards us with a frown on his face.

" Why aren't you playing with Aiza?" Sadia aunty asked him angrily.

" Mamma, I was with Isra and I don't know why she came here." He replied with a confused look while scratching his head.

" No, you don't play with me now, go and play with your new girlfriend."

" Aizu don't be angry, you know you are my best girlfriend." He said giving me the cutest smile.

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

"Pinky promise?"

"Yes! Pinky promise." He said poking my nose which was all red because of crying.

And I gave him a toothy grin in return.

*End of flashback*

I smiled at the memory of the good old days of childhood. As time passed by we were not much in contact. We used to be the best of friends in childhood but as we grew up, we knew our boundaries and limitations. He was a non-mehram and I had to be in my limits. We were inseparable but slowly and gradually it was all over and things took a drastic change when for higher studies he went to London.

From the best of friends we became complete strangers. I missed him. I missed those beautiful memories spent together in the childhood . The time spent with him would always be in my heart and I will always cherish those memories.

The other reason for getting distant was that I actually started liking him and I did not want this feeling to get more serious so I thought it was better to avoid him or else I'll fall for him even more.

Our families were still close but not me and Hamza. I did use to hang out with with his sister, Fatima appi. I was always close to her. But then she got married and was busy with her personal life.

Somewhere in my heart I did wish to talk to him , I wished to be friends again. I wanted to relive my past, my childhood where he was there with me, my friend was by my side. But in the end whatever Allah does, his decision is always the best. He knows things we haven't even thought about. A tear rolled down my eyes thinking about Hamza but I know Allah SWT is there by my side and He will always be no matter what happens. I quickly wiped my tear and prayed to Him for the best.

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