Habibi ;3

Um eid mubarrak?

Hey guys ! This chappie is dedicated to @Larabe914 or otherwise known as Larabe :) she commented first on the previous two chapters and is really cool so because in feeling nice ... You Larabe will be included in this chapter and the next so read on! Ahaha

Oh btw I've edited most of the other chapters so inshallah there will not be any spelling mistakes!

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Blackness?

No I'm Aliyah Asad. I never faint.
In my near 18 years of wasted life, (I joke but still)
I've NEVER fainted.

Come on
Come ON

Feeling a little dizzy, my vision blurred however I didn't faint. Yes! Woo!

Grasping hold of the desk in front of me (tightly), I waited for my sight to become clearer.

Tremendously enough, it did.
I suddenly took a step back.

I had to be away from him as fast as possible.

He was a..dangerous man. Ecspecially with that gun of his..very dangerous. Very very dangerous.

Mr. Malik's eyes widened and immediately he stood up straight as if he'd been electrocuted.

He couldn't of possibly remember me could he?
I mean he was on the opposite side of the street and I was in my bedroom...very high up.

He suddenly looked panicked and tried to reach out for me with...his hand.

'Naa with his nose!'

'Shut up conscience not a good time!'

I screamed and tried to run or at least get away from him.

But me being me, I tripped over my own feet and bashed in to a desk behind me.

Ow

My side hurt like mad. A throbbing pain began to spread throughout my entire body...or my left side.

"Seriously...Aliya...it's not what you think! Let me explain please!" He sounded truthfully desperate.

I stopped. Why? I don't know. No idea. But I did. I mean he couldn't do anything on the college premises..could he?

Taking this opportunity, he quickly hopped (?) to the door and closed it then he...locked it.

Okay, I think I just pooed my pants.

Oh sh.....

Before I could say Amma, a humongous black gun was put underneath my nose.

What did he expect me to do? Sniff it...

A GUN
HOLY CHEESE
A GUN
A FLIPPING MASSIV....

"It's fake, see," Mr. Malik said. Tapping the gun, you could obviously tell that it was fake. Very hollow it sounded...not that I knew how guns sounded like.

Wait..what? Gun...fake? Fake gun? Why on heaven would he have a fake gun for?

Trying my best to control my facial expression, I asked him, stuttering slightly, "W..Why d..do you have a f..fake g..g..gun for, may I ask?"

His whole body posture relaxed slightly, seeming relieved that I hadn't run off screaming. Pssshtt men.

"It was a prank. It was my birthday that day right? Me and a couple of friends were going to scare my brother. We had just moved recently here if you hadn't realised, and my brother was home alone. Also, I was a bit pissed off with him because he got me a BARBIE book for my present. BARBIE!"

I couldn't help but laugh at this. "Seriously sir? I thought you were more if a BRATZ guy..." I told him seriously, holding in my laughter.

He fake glared at me and continued.."So yeah...the opportunity was perfect and unluckily you caught me And you looked pretty scared..."

I suddenly laughed out loud. "You didn't think that I..I..I thought that..that was a r..real gun did you?!" I laughed fakely, lamely trying to cover up that I had pretty much crapped my pants with fear. (Not literally!)

He looked at me as if I'd grown another head. "I'll let you have this one missy. Now since we have that cleared up...thankfully! Go off to your next class...you may be a little late though.." He then stretched his arms above his head, oblivious to my gawking eyes.

Eyes down Aliya. Astaghfirullah..

I tried to get up slowly but failed miserably. My legs were shaking to much. Jelly bones.

This he noticed.
"Urm...you can stay here for a bit. I mean if you want?..." Mr. Malik scratched the back of his neck looking uncomfortable for a second.

I smiled at him gently, "Yeah thanks. I have a few free classes and I'm going to probably skip the rest of my lessons today ..wait don't you have classes to teach?"

Settling himself on the teachers desk in front of me, he replied with "Nope. Today was that only one...interesting lesson for some strange reason." His eyes sparkled with amusement. Not that I noticed of course.

Wait..was this right? I mean we were still alone and the door was still..locked.

Uh oh..

I felt uncomfortable suddenly, so I went back to my previous seat and got my history work out.

"Since I'm here. I'll try to get my work done..sir." I said before averting my gaze to my work.
He looked disappointed.

"Mm hmm," I heard him mumble then get up and unlock the door. Bit I didn't look up.

Thank Allah.





The time went extremely fast. One hour later, I finally finished my work and that's when I randomly started talking to Haider...(sir).
He told me to call him that when it wasn't class time. I didn't really mind.
I found out a lot of things about him and realised that he was a pretty funny guy.

Seriously, by the end of some of our chats, I had tears streaming down my face and my stomach hurting from laughing so much!

I found out that he recently moved here with his mum and younger brother Zayn. His father worked in Dubai as a business man, so they didn't see much of him apart from the summer. This also meant he was pretty well off not that money was important.
He loved playing football and only became a teacher because it was something to do until his dad passed on the business to him And he enjoyed History like I did.

This was were I was confused. "Wait..so where are you originally from?" I asked rubbing my now sore stomach.

"Well, my mums Pakistani and my dad obviously Arab so...oh! And I was raised in Jordan and Mecca until I was around 10 then I moved to Lahore until I was 15. Then I came here. Bit I was here when I was 6 as well for a year or so." He finished off.

Wow.

That was a lot of information to process.
So he was basically half Arab and half Pakistani like me then. He definitely didn't look it. He looked more exotic like Egyptian or Syrian..hmm..

Ding! Ding!

My message alert. Looking apologetically at.. Haider, I checked my message. It was from my mum. It read:

Goin 2 masjid 2nite 4 eid. Get ready wen u com home. Ly x

Oh god. I mentally cringed. Adults should soo not text like that. Especially my mum!

I quickly texted back:

Alr8 ly2 plz dont EVER text like that again!x

Never ever....

"We'll I'm apparently going to eid tonight so I have to go." I told sir. Grabbing my things he replied, "Okay then i'll see you tomorrow miss Asad." He smiled gently passing me my things.

I thanked him after getting over his smile and with a final bye I was out the door.




I've been on the phone for the past 2 hours talking to Aisha and Rosie about what occurred in the previous couple of hours of my crazy life.
They both started squealing about his he 'soo likes you!' I just replied with a 'shut the fudge up you two!' Which made us all burst out with laughter.

Now I had closed the phone and finally got ready.
At last.

I was wearing a royal blue chooridar top which is like a long dress but more beautiful it was a couple of inches above my ankles, pairing that with tight chooridar trousers and matching heels. (Search it up?)
My hair was straightened to perfection and I had gone for a flawless make up look with smokey royal blue eyelids. Perfect.

Well shmrrr.

I could hear my dad calling me from downstairs so I ran neatly falling down the stairs in a lump.

ow

typical me

.....

So it was me, Hussein, my parents, Sara, Daniel, and their little devils.

Fun times---note the sarcasm.

We all loudly got in to my dads famous family car, me ignoring the comments from hassan saying I matched the car. It was a royal blue 7 seater and don't ask me the name because I'm so bad with car names.

It took nearly half an hour reaching the imambaragha (masjid) because it the proceeding traffic and another 20 minutes fumbling with the baby seat, and mobile phones. My family.

When us ladies FINALLY got to the women side of the masjid, I was suddenly attacked by a group of perfume smelling girls. All laughing like mad.
They also smelt familiarly of....DONUTS.

"I want donuts!" I shouted out majestically.

My sister glared at me on her way past my little group of craziness.

Oops

Looking around the little smily group that had attacked me I saw that they consisted of: ishaan (remember her?) Aisha, her cousin Anika, Fatima (not my aunt!) and Ummul Baneen.

We said salaam to one another and they led me to the kitchen where I ate my delicious donut. (yum)

Chattering excitedly (sweet stuff made me hyper) we helped arrange the food in to groups so it would be easier for everyone to eat.

There was scrumptious biryani (a Pakistani rice dish which is unbelievably good), different curries made by the lovely aunties. Some auntie also bought chicken burgers and chips, throw in a few Arab wraps made by the Arab aunts and cousins and my mums famous carrot halwa. (a sweet dish which is delicioso)

When we finished sitting and arranging out all the good me and Aisha started dancing like crazy but stopped when we heard a short cough behind us.

Gulping we turned around.

It was Baji (sister) Larabe.
Uh oh
We were in trouble....


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