"When will I get to bat?" Azaan complained.
"Soon, kiddo, remember what we were taught about patience today? Be patient." Rahim, a sturdy boy of seventeen, patted Azaan.
"Get to your positions." Mishal, the umpire, wanted to get done with this match real quick.
Azaan sat on the rickety bench nearby and seethed. He didn't get a chance to play this time too. One day I'll show them what kind of batsman I am. Admist his grumbling, he heard a girl crying.
Fair-skinned, flushed cheeks, rosy lips and tresses like rapunzel. Her sky blue eyes let out a river. She was accompanied by a girl who constantly consoled her. Curious, Azaan followed them to the matron's office.
"Where did you find her?" He heard the matron ask.
"She was near my college. I didn't know what to do, aunty. When I saw her, you were the first person to come up in my mind. So I brought her to you."
"It's a good thing you did."
Just as Azaan was trying to sneak in, he heard the the maulvi's voice through the speaker: Allahu wa-akbar Allah....
As he heard the call for prayer, Azaan followed the others to the prayer room.
