All Anaya wants is to forget her troublesome past and to find the perfect man who she can start a future with.
How can she do that when in her every footstep lies a shadow of her past or better yet her five over protective brothers.
Can she ever let...
I wake up to find my alarm blaring and groaning I shut it. Even though it sounds like it, it doesn't take me long to wake up for tahajud and Fajr. I do wudhu (ablution) and go downstairs. Ahmed is sitting on the sofa reading the Quran on his phone. "Asalamualykum, subah be qair (good morning) " I say to him. "Waalaykumus Salam waruhmatul Allah" he replies. "Where are the others?" I ask him, referring to the rest of my brothers. "Upstairs, go wake them up please" I go upstairs and knock on the four doors of my brothers then I hear groaning and moaning from each of them. I get a sudden brainwave and I go to my room to get the bell. I stand on the top of the staircase and ring the bell. "Amir, Adil, Abid , Ayyan, wake up!" I scream in between the bells. Ten minutes later we are all downstairs getting ready for tahajud. My brothers line up and I stand at the back, whilst Ahmed starts doing imamat (leading) of the nammaz. Whilst we are praying I find peace and concentrate on the sweet words that flow out of my brothers mouth.
After tahajud we all stand and the boys get ready to go for Fajr nammaz at the mousqe. I see Amir walking towards me with a humorous glare. "You know you ruined the best dream I've had in ages" he says. "Ye! What was with the bell and the annoying screaming. You could have woken us up like a human" Abid groans. " yes and I did try doing that but your lazy butts refused to get up." I exclaim. Then a loud snorty laugh makes us turn to Adil. "Seriously Adil" Ayyan says, turning from the mirror where he was adjusting his hair for the millionth time. "Errrr. At least Adil doesn't check himself out 24/7" I tell him. "Yep. Did you see his last Instagram post it was screaming soooo self obsessed" Amir says. I turn and smirk at Ayyan triumphantly. "Mhmm. Maybe but it got girls drooling and 2600 likes." He says and smirks widely. "Errrrrrr Ayyan that is disgusting" "Alright alright, enough come on it's time for Fajr and Ayyan do you not have any sharam (shame) your sister is standing right there" Ahmed warns and we all shut up. There's just something about Ahmed that makes you listen immediately.
The boys start walking out and as usual Abid turns to me. "Will you be alright? Lock the door properly" "I'll be fine Abid, I'll lock the door and won't open it to anyone" I sigh in answer. They all look worried now but I usher them out before they miss there nammaz. This is literally a routine everyday. I walk in the living room and walk to the frame at the front of the room that dropped before. I pick it up and look at it. It's a picture of mum, dad, all the brothers, me and when I look at Amira I sigh in distress. I miss her and mum and dad.
After Fajr I go into the kitchen. I get the frying pan and put it on the stove. "Subah be qair miss" I turn and see Rumana, our cook. "Rumana how many times have I told you to call me Anaya." I tell her. We are quite well off, living in a wealthy house in LA,Calafornia. My brothers own several hotels and we have a big building in the city where my brothers control everything from. "Sorry miss" she says. I sigh and turn on the stove. "Miss I have to make breakfast" "I can do it" "Miss I'm paid to do it" I nod at this truth and go to the living room to tidy up a bit so the cleaner doesn't have a hard job.
"Pass me the syrup" I ask Amir "Anaya your manners" Ahmed reminds me. "Please!" I turn to Amir and say. Amir laughs and hands me the syrup. I drown my yummy vanilla pancakes in syrup then add a smiley face with whip cream and a few berries. "Fatty!" Abid says to me. "Your the fatty" I say and raise my eyebrow at his overloaded plate. We all laugh producing a snorty one from Adil. I love Adil's laughter more than anything. It reminds me that he's actually there.
After breakfast as per routine we all take our plates in to the kitchen, we have been brought up to do this no matter if we have cooks and cleaners or not. We then go upstairs. Ahmed, Abid and Adil get ready for work and me and Amir get ready for college. I peep into Ayyan's room to see him lying on his bed on his phone. "Lucky you. You don't have to work or go to school."I say and he just smirks and takes a selfie. He has to work as he's finished college but got out of it, at least he does earn the little that Instagram is paying him. Ahmed pops his head in behind me. "I want you at the building next week Monday.You're starting work." He says in a don't mess with me tone. Ayyan looks alarmed and I chuckle. "Go get ready Anaya." Ahmed says and I turn to go as Ahmed closes the door to talk to Ayyan. We all knew this was coming as Ahmed already discussed this with us. I get changed in to my outfit and brush my teeth. I wrap my hijab on loosely and take my love heart necklace out to polish it. I scramble the heart open to clean the picture of me and Amira.
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I walk downstairs and wait for Amir. I do have a car but Abid insists that Amir drive me to and back seeing as we both go to the same college. Ahmed, Abid and Adil come downstairs behind me. All dressed up in suits, ready to go to work. "Have you done your homework" Ahmed asks me. "Yes I have bhaiya but when is Asma Babi (sister In law) returning?" I ask referring to his wife. "Tomorrow inshallah." He replies. "Have you got money?" Adil asks. "Yes Adil." "Are you going to be alright?" Abid asks his frequent question. " yes yes stop worrying." Amir comes down the stairs and pouts. "You guy's never ever worry about me like that" he exclaims. "Oh but we love you" Abid chuckles squeezing his cheeks. "Homework?" Ahmed asks. "Check" Ayyan replies. "Money?" "Check" "Safe." Ahmed checks. "Yep I'm alright, thanks bhaiya." Amir says. Only me, Amir and Ayyan say bhaiya as a form of respect to our older brother. After checking we are alright and given warnings and quotes we enter the garage. "Pick a car sis" Amir says pointing to the rows of Lamborghinis and Bugattis. "Arrogant." I say and pick the red Ferrari.
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There we go. End of chapter one. Please press the star and leave a comment. This was just an insight to the the family life and how they treat each other. Hmmmm who's Amira? Where are their mom and dad?
