I stood there, frozen.
I saw Rahma sitting on the couch, her head resting on her mother's shoulder, while her mom leaned back against the couch. Dad was there too. A man sat facing them; I could only see his back. I doubted he was my uncle—his hair looked blackish and had an older style, not a boyish cut. He wore a long-sleeved shirt that was rolled up but not neatly. I examined him until he turned.
"Assalamualikum," Dad greeted.
"Walaikumsalam." I averted my gaze and walked into my room. Disappointment washed over me, and I felt like crying.
I removed my scarf and pinned it back on the small heart cushion my mom had stitched for me when I was little. She always pinned her needles before and after stitching; now, I used it. I grabbed my towel, put my hair into a bun, and headed to the bathtub. I rested there for about 15 minutes in the cold water, which provided a bit of relaxation.
I slipped into my nightdress, a pink top with teddy bears printed with cheerful goodnight greetings that I had memorized. Even my jeans had the same design. I put on my rabbit slippers, a gift from my uncle last year. Despite my efforts to distract myself, my thoughts kept drifting back to my uncle. Who was that man in the hall? Why didn't my dad and Rahma's mom say anything when I came home late?
I took wudhu and began my Isha prayers. I felt regret for missing Maghrib by attending the party. I repented as best as I could, knowing He is All-Forgiving and Most Compassionate. "And whoever does a wrong or wrongs himself but then seeks forgiveness will find Allah Forgiving and Merciful." [Qur'an: Chapter 4, Verse 110]
I pushed open my window and gazed at the twinkling stars in the silent night sky, free from conflict and pain, filled with hopes and dreams. I sat in my chair and tried to read a novel, The Elephant Pass, but I couldn't concentrate. I picked up my phone, leaving the book behind, and rested my head on the bed. Messages from friends lit up my screen, but I didn't want to open them. Then came a message from Shaima:[ "Is everything fine? Hope your uncle is home. No worries if he isn't; he'll be home soon, my bestie. Everything happens for a good reason."]
Her message lifted my spirits. Shaima is my best friend; she understands me deeply.
I closed my eyes, and in seconds, everything turned black. My uncle was still on my mind, but I fell fast asleep.
Umairs POV
"Can you or can't ?"I shouted at Rizwan
"Thats not my fault .its yours and why the heck should I take the responsible"He started yelling back
I was really angry for the thing he says .And I shut the phone down.
"calm down Umair why are you tensed for a small thing ,lets make this out .come on boy will go to him and talk directly ,if he reject will think of the next step"Farhan tried to calm me down.
Rizwan is one of my classmates. We organized a party and initially collected money to fund it, but in the end, we ended up using our own money and decided to donate it as zakat for a children's orphanage. It wasn't just our group's money; it was from the entire class.
When the party started, I handed the money to Rizwan because I was busy with the preparations and would miss it otherwise. I left it on the table right in front of him, and I saw him looking at it, saying, "Okay, no worries, I'll take care of it." However, when I asked him about it after the party, he claimed he didn't remember receiving it. Despite my attempts to explain, he blamed me for being careless.
I reach his home and I saw him sitting on the garden bench tapping on his phone .I soon jumped from the bike to hit him down while Farhan held me from the collar and others made me calm.I tied my hands crossed and waited him to come ."so you all came home for a fight and you guys belived this thief ,and came to hit me down?" Rizwan yelled on looking all the others except me.
I pushed everyone aside "so you thief calling me a thief?"
"how to call a person who steals other than a theif"he giggled
I slapped him and he hit me back .I punched him on his face while all the others pull me and rizwan apart but still I wish to smash him down I made me stroonger and kicked him on his knee as he fell for the ground .
"you bastard you hit me ,how dare you.."just those words hit my head and the balance I was blind of anger ,I didnt know what happend but when I came back for consious he was bleeding from his head.
"give back the money or I shall kill you here and I never mind going for jail"I shouted on my high pitch
.All pulled me back and I moved home .I was sure about this and but why this ***** have to lie .The money was'nt more than 7000 but still I hate the lie .I stepped into the shower, letting the chilling water cascade over me. Each drop slid down my shoulders, refreshing and invigorating.
But inside, I was a tempest—hotter than fire, swirling with unresolved emotions. I threw on a cozy jumper and a black-and-yellow T-shirt, then ventured out, aimlessly wandering along the road, lost in thought.
Just then, my phone buzzed to life—it was Rizwan. I quickly cut the call and switched my phone off, needing a moment of silence. The cool breeze brushed against my face, grounding me as I walked.
Hai hai hai Did you like this chapter?so so whats next?its simple :P put the comment ;)
ANY idea? why didn't the stepmom didn't scold Haaniyah for coming home late ?and who was that person at home?
what about umair's?Who really did take the money?
have a idea?then put on a comment ;)
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