My best friend is my Ammi

That Glare!

Enjoy the little things in life!!

"Man its hot in here!!!! ", I bellowed to no one in paticular as we reached home. I started playing with my shirt and stood in front of the air conditioner. The cool air was like ice on my overly sweaty shirt! But was oddly soothing. Aunty had made some lemonade and i gulped down every bit if the cold flavoured drink!
As much as i was cooling my entire body the atmosphere around the house was not so cool.

Uncle looked tensed unlike how he normally was. Ismail was fidling with his phone with his legs streched on the sofa but he kept looking at his dad as if he was expecting him to say something important.
Aunty stirred another glass of lemonade and asked almost inaudibly,"did you see him today???"

See whom??? (Zubair thought)
"Yes, I saw Michael today", replied uncle his face so dark and angry!
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2 days later

           I like to move it! Move it I like to move it move it! She likes to......move it!! I like t... I woke up so startled and slammed the table to find my phone and poked at it like four times before I could correctly touch the cross to stop the alarm. Man I hate that ringtone!
If you ever want to hate any tune or get rid of a song that has been stuck in your head for two months then just set it as your alarm tone and you will hate it your entire life!!

I went back to sleep but realised it was time for fajar! Fajar in the masjid is the best way to start any day. I freshned up and came to the hall. Uncle was on his way to leave to the masjid and I noticed little Ismail tagging along almost like he was sleepwalking.

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We reached the masjid. It was a small one not like the enormous and beatufully built ones in Dubai. But the peaceful aura and the large number of people rushing to offer salah was a extraordinary sight to behold. The small masjid was getting filled with so many people but the irony lied in the fact that even though the mosque was very small there were many people while though the mosques in Dubai are very big the number of people offering salah would only fill half the masjid.

The imam began and we all stood for salah.

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At 7:45 venue: zebas home.

Omg!! Zebaaaaaa wake up!! Its the first day of college we don't wana be late come on!! She started jumping on me like I was a trampoline. .

Sheesh monkey get offff!! I just slept 10 minutes ago after praying fajar. Just five more..hmm.. pleeaase....hmm..... I just hugged my pillow and dozed off again.... suddenly everything was eeriely quiet... I was expecting some tiny noise but nothing I realaxed a bit more literally smiling at my soft pillow for being so soft and made a slight turn to stretch my back and then I saw a big girl with a tiny purple color water gun aiming right at me... my chinese groggy eyes widened like I had seen a ghost....

Don't even think about it!

Don't! Okay I'm up! I'm up!

She stood there so innocently.
I got up folded my blanket set my bed was off to the washroom when haniya said, you know I never said the gun was loaded and she burst out laughing... "u should have seen your face .... omg... "and she kept laughing....
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Pure evil.

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Venue: Zubair's home

I looked at the hotie that gave me happiness just by looking at her. She had blue shimmering all over her. She made my heart flutter by smiling back at me. I had my dad approve of her from the day i saw her. She would go 130 kmph without even sighing! People called her by a different names like Royal Enfield Classic 350 or woahh sweet ride! but to me it was not just a bike but a blue being sent from paradise!!

I reached the entrance of the college in my blue beauty and parked it in the bike stand. There were not many bikes so i thought i had reached a bit early! I flung my backpack on my shoulder and walked into the building that stood tall forfending my future!

I walked in and there were so many welcoming banners! With balloons stuck around a big sign saying" Welcome kiddos!" The word Kiddos was crossed and Freshers was written near it.

Everything was new and exciting and i walked to the welcoming group who were directing all the freshers to their classrooms.There were old people and some volunteers.

'ECE?', a senior girl asked looking at my ID card.

I nodded.

'Second floor, that grey building to the left and room 23' the senior girl said with a smile.

I decided to take the stairs because the lift seemed too crowded and stuffy.

I walked the first flight and saw a familiar face and he glared at me , smirked.

He was none other than that buff-guy with the skull t-shirt! 'That glare' was not just a simple one but was just the beginning of a mountain of trouble!!

Assalamualaikum guys! No me and this story are not yet dead! Sorry for such a late update! My apologies to all my lovely readers! In shaa allah will update soon! Stay tuned!
Jumpy_kid