No one tells me who I am,
What I can and can't do,
Who I can and can't see,
What I can and can't become.
Not you, no society, not culture, no one.
Only I get to make the choice,
The mistakes.
I am the one stuck in my shoes;
Walking it, living it
Only I get a say. ~ SOUL UNRAVELED ( Instagram profile )
Chapter 11
" Sahar! I can see you from the kitchen, do not drool on that food" Ammah laughed at the awestruck look on his face while he stares at the well placed food she had adorned the table with.
Every thing looks delicious, if she days so herself. She tried not to do too much so the guest wouldn't think she was trying to impress them which she indeed was trying to do.
Manir and his sister would be arriving soon.
And just as she placed the last thing needed on the table and played with Sahar's hair, Mubarak had made his way downstairs and her breathing caught.
She had always tried lowering her gaze when it came to Mubarak because he was her cousins husband, but even that couldn't stop her from ogling.
He had gone for something a bit more casual since it was weekend and his friends were the guest, Mubarak had a black V-neck shirt on and it looks magnificent with his soft light brown completion.
Then there's the white sweatpants he matched it with. Mubarak really is a handsome man, MashaAllah.
His brown eyes widened when he saw the dining table and the surprise on his face made all the work worth it " I take it that your impressed"
" I knew you could cook, I just didn't know you'd be going all the way for breakfast today. Don't look so smug Ammah, I still haven't tasted it" he threw a smile in her direction.
" yeah well, before that time comes. I'll go change into something better"
Just then his phone begins to ring, a small frown made its way to his face. He looked up and when he realised she had been watching he quickly made his way up stairs as he picked the call, but not before she heard him mutter ' detective Amir '
Ya Allah. She just hopes there is a lead to the Investigation. Fatimah may have had a lot of shortcoming, but everyone needs justice.
Ammah just doesn't understand why he feels the need to keep all these things away from her. She'll have to make him start talking.
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After getting dressed in something casual too, a red gown. She begins to tie her hair when she looked out the window of her room and saw Manir park his car in the drive away.
Spoiled ass, his home is a 3 min walk distance.
Turning her attention back to her reflection in the mirror she begins to work on her face. She kept her make up very natural, only pitting eyeliner and little red lip stick that matched her red gown.
Putting on her hijab loosely and putting her perfume comes next before she made her way out of her small living room. Pleasantries were being exchanged when Ammah had walked out.
They were standing at the entrance after Mubarak let them in and as they came into view and the first thing she noticed was the blood red tight gown the woman standing next to Manir was wearing.
Manir's sister, Maryam, had on a knee length gown which she matched withred pumps. For someone that was coming to her neighbours house for breakfast at 10am. That sure is a lot of make up.
But that's not all that Ammah notices, she watches as the woman's gaze never leaves Mubarak. Marian couldn't keep her eyes off him and for obvious reasons but couldn't she have the decency to be subtle about it at least.
