Different. H. S

Different. 12

It was Saturday today so I almost free. I did some assignments and the rest of the day I helped Mum with dinner and lunch. Right now I was lying on my bed, reading novel. The door knocks and Wali steps in. He smiles and walks towards my bed. I closed the book and sat straight p, my back pressed with headboard. He sat on the edge of my bed and looked at me.

"Why didn't you had dinner with us yesterday?" He asked. I was expecting this. I knew he had seen that I was angry and I knew sooner or later he will come to me and ask me about it, being the caring brother.

"I think you know it." I said, not giving him a straight answer. "Is it because of Harry?" He guessed.

"Yes, you know I don't like him. There's something about him that makes me feel uneasy." I shrugged.

"But he is always nice with you. You shouldn't feel that way. It's not like he flirts with you or anything." I sighed.

"Yeah...I know but still. Please don't force me Wali." I said. "And you should be happy that I'm not into these boys."

"Of course I am happy but I'm not saying for you to talk to him. I'm just saying you can be nice to him. Listen Pari I believe and Mum always told us that as long as a person is good to you, you should be good to them and that's what our religion tells us, to be nice with people even to the people who are bad to you. I hope you are understanding me." He smiled at the end.

"Ji bhai." (Yes brother.)

He kissed my forehead before exiting my room. I sighed and opened the book again. But I was thinking about what he said. Why can't I be nice to him? I should. Wali was right. I should treat him good as long as he is good with me but he wasn't good with me. He made fun of me. Even though he apologised but still he said those words. I can't be good to him. It feels like I'm scared of him, scared of getting close to him.

I will be nice to him when he'll be at my house, with my family and I'll be bad with him when I will be alone with him. Yes!

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I had been reading the novel for about one hour, than I had the dinner and now I was sitting on my porch, looking at the sky and thinking. Mum, Dad and Wali had gone to bed as it was 11:45 pm.

I begun to think about my grandma, how I used to sleep with her and she'll tell be stories. She'll told me about Baba was very naughty and how he broke things by of running around in the house. She had visited us a year ago before her death and asked me if I found someone or not.

Flashback:

"So my beautiful Pari found someone?" She sat on my bed with a tray of tea in her hands. I took the tray from her and placed it on the bedside table. I handed a cup to her and then one took for myself.

"Not really Dado. (Grandma) There's no one here of my type, the one I'd see and say 'yes this can be the one' They all are flirts here even the muslims." I sipped my tea.

"You know love is unconditional. You cannot fall in love by your choice. It's just some fire that ignites in your heart when you find someone. You cannot say that 'I'm can not love him because he is a non-muslim.' Love has no religion. People fall in love with non-muslims, they don't want to but their heart doesn't listen to them and it only wants that 'person' to be in their life. So if someday you felt like you are falling in love with someone who is not like you, you won't deny it. You will tell them. Try your best. God doesn't forbid His people to love. And don't judge people from their past, understand them from their present and what they actually are when they are with you. You understand me Pari?" She said.