My best friend is my Ammi

How will the future be?

I was sitting inside gate no. 5 which was on terminal 1, holding my boarding pass in my hand.
Thinking about how my family had come to send me off... mom cried as if I was going for a war and surprisingly zaamil was really very quiet. Abba hugged me and said some dua and blew over me.

And when I was checking my phone and texting my friends, zaamil unexpectedly jumped over me giving a 'long' hug. That little kid is weird but.... he's the best.... no one can replace my brother 's place in my heart and in this world!!!!!

"Passengers travelling in jet airways to chennai in flight no. 675 please note that the flight has been delayed by 1 hour. Snacks will be provided to them at the counter in gate no.5 due the delay. Thank you."

I groaned I hated it when it delayed. I could fiddle with my phone but I had to make sure the charge stayed till tomorrow morning 7.

I checked my watch it was 9:45. I realised I hadn't prayed isha and went to do wuzu. I saw some other young people who wanted to pray so we decided we would all pray together.

Some dude with brown curly hair directed me to the masjid. I stepped in and felt that peace! The soft carpet and the fact of being closer to Allah calmed each nerve in my body.

We prayed in jamaat and sat there making dua. I prayed for my journey and my parents and zaamil, my future ahead and asked Allah to provide guidance to tge prophet's Ummah.

My thoughts drifted to the family I was going to stay with in India.
I was going to stay with my dad's 4th brother. He, my aunty and my two cousins had always been rare species. They would always be busy and rarely come to family gatherings. I used to speak to 'chacha' only to wish on Eid. But surprisingly they agreed readily to take me in and study in college from their home. Coming to his sons I had barely seen them from 8th grade. One of them would presently be in 10th grade and the other guy was probably my age. I have heard that he had gone bad in the middle and strayed from the path of deen.

But I believed it to be just a rumour. I think his name started with 'M' and something rhyming with his brother's name while the younger guy's name was Ismail. I sincerely wished I could get along with them and that I shouldn't be of any trouble, which could disappoint my dad.

My thought line was suddenly broken. When the brown haired guy came to me and asked, "shennay, your flight has come". I nodded my head and thought to myself, Arabs and their funny pronounciations. He actually had said "chennai"..I took a deep breath and said, " Fee amanillah Mom Abbu Zaamil n my lovely Dubai.....

♥♡♡♥♥Haniya's point of view::

It was already 11:30 and my mom informed me that they had boarded they had already plane.

"Aaaaaaaahh!!!" I am sooo excited. My cousin is coming from Dubai. And I am also feeling really very concious of how I look. I mean come on.... she was coming from ABROAD I had to look at least some what to her level. I rummaged through my recently tidied cupboard, kept a simple but elegant red and green chudidaar ready for wearing tomorrow when they arrive.

Abba said she would be joining the same college as me I was soo ecstatic from the past 2 days... we could be really good friends and be sister blisters and go shopping every week hang out and giggle till late at night!! Amma said they will be living with us from now on!!

I was soo happy I could jump. Dadi said that I should walk on the ground and not fly because they would probably be still devastated by aunt's death. Though I was excited there was a tiny problem. I haven't spoken to her from 7 years.

She had visited us in 6th grade but never made an appearance after that. I remember playing with our barbie dolls and how much fun we had while playing with the neighbourhood kids. But I doubted if she still remrmbered me. Our only cute memorable moment was us playing board games till night 1:30 and braiding each others hair and playing 'ghar-ghar'(house-house) with our dolls! And once we had beaten up one of the guys of our neighbourhood for cutting the hair of one our plastic barbies!

Nope not even once after that did we ever communicate! They never came to visit India  or anything. Soo.....  i felt kind of sad that maybe she would have forgotten me but anyways ...I would just have to start afresh! Hope she is sweet! Hope she is funny and crazy like me! My mind slowly started to go blank as I drifted away to sleep in  wonder of what events Allah has planned for me the next morning! 

Hey lovely people.... sorry chapter unedited and really short ik ik, no punctuations sorryyyyyy..... I will update sooon.. in shaa allah ... yay! Haniya has been introduced she is like my favourite character..... hope u alll love her!!!!

Me: hey Haniya! Say hi to all these lovely readers!!!

Haniya: hey readers,, so this author just now put me in this story... I am still waiting for her to apologize for bringing me in sooo late and guyz my presence will just make this story so much more better... toodles! And read on!!