To You Oh My Daughter

Prologue

Ping. Pong. Pang. Ping. Pong. Pang
I quickly reached for my phone to stop the annoying sound coming from it's speakers. I almost hissed, but then remembered I was the one who set the alarm and why I had set it. Excitement ran through my veins. I was very happy that the time I was waiting has finally arrived. It was the reason why I could not sleep. I set an alarm to wake me up, not knowing I won't even be able to fall asleep due to over excitement.
Thanking God it didn't wake up the sleeping figure beside me, I climbed out of bed. I checked to make sure Sadiya was still asleep before moving towards the door.
I started to tip-toe, until I halted in my steps, having heard Sadiya's stirring in the bed and her call, "Nihlah," she mumbled. My heart fell to the tip of my stomach. I'm doomed, I thought. Now I'll have to go back to bed and wait for another day. I turned around to listen to what she said next. " Nihlah. Stir the soup, so it won't get burnt. Umma will kill us if we burn this one again." I let out a breath which I didn't know I was holding. That was so close. I felt relieved.
After catching my breath and waiting for my heart beat to go back to normal, I continued on my journey to the study.
I had to stay awake to go there to checkout this book I had found. I wanted to read it secretly without my mother finding out, like a robber, I had to wait for everyone to go to sleep. I was sure everyone was snoring at one past midnight.
Pishing the door leading to the dark, cold study, I turned on a flashlight and headed to the shelves knowing very well where I had hidden the book earlier on when Umma had asked me to clean the room. I was glad I cleaned it because it looked like a hunted attic.
I pulled it out and sat on the floor. I coughed, as some dust particles that had settled on the book attacked my throat. It had been there for quite some time.
I whipped the cover and adjusted the light to focus on the book for easy reading.
I noticed my baby picture was the front page. No doubt I was cuter then. My curiosity was on fire at that moment. Opening the first page, I read 'To You Oh My Daughter'. I recognized Umma's handwriting.
On the next page, she wrote about my birth date and other details. Then, she mentioned that the book was a gift to me, for I deserved to know about her past life. She also wrote that I should pass it to my younger ones. Well, I would do that after reading through. I'm sure they'll be as happy as I was when I found out about the book.
Turing to next page, I began to relish the pages....