Disclaimer: obviously Muslim is not a race it is a religion. I'm not uneducated, I know that. Zayn said that because he is being ignorant and speaking whatever comes off the top of his head. So hopefully that clears up things for people because I don't have time to reply to all the comments that are trying to "correct" me. I wrote the preference I know what I wanted to convey Zayn as by saying his daughter did not look Muslim. Please read. Carefully before you comment something rude. Thanks.
You smiled as you kissed your daughter Amaya's chubby cheeks. "You're so cute." You cooed to her. She grins looking up at you with a toothy grin. You lift her up, getting off the couch as you walked out the room and down the hall. "Why don't we see what daddy is doing, huh?" You looked down at her as she clapped her hands nodding her head in agreement. You walked to Zayn's art room and opened the door.
"Hey babe." You greet him with a kiss on the lips. He nods in response paying attention to the painting he was working on. You set Amaya down as you looked around the room.
"You've been painting a lot." You comment as you see the new paintings lining the wall. Amaya crawled to Zayn, tugging on the bottom of his pant leg.
"Come get your daughter." Zayn snaps causing Amaya to jump up in fear. Her bottom lip puckered out as it started to quiver. You frown coming to pick her up.
"You didn't have to snap and what do you mean my daughter? She's your daughter too." You tell him.
"Sure." He says with a sarcastic undertone. You looked at him confused. "Are you sure she is mine? She looks nothing like me. She doesn't even look Muslim." You let out a gasp of disbelief.
"You did not just say that about your daughter?! Of course she is yours!" You yelled at him. How can Amaya not look "Muslim" enough for him? That was ridiculous.
"I'm just going by what my family is telling me and they are always right. All the kids in my family resemble my father. We all have features that are more dominate in Pakistan. Amaya looks like a mixed black and white baby." He explains his reason. Lord be a shield and take the wheel, you thought in your head as you bit down on your lip to keep from saying something really repulsive to him. Amaya didn't understand the situation so she kept reaching for Zayn.
"You're right. She isn't your daughter. How can someone so unintelligent as yourself father a beautiful baby girl like her. Don't worry you won't have to see her anymore. I'm filing for full custody of her. See you in court." With that said you walked away from him o with your baby girl.
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