Chapter 29
Qasim Ameen's POV
My iPhone kept ringing loudly over and over. I could've sworn it was in my dream. I picked up me phone and threw it to the ufloor. "Shut the hell up", I muttered climbing out of bed. "Ameen get ready for Jumu'ah" , my mother said running into my bedroom. She lookd at my phone in the floor and eyed me.
"Why is that brand new expensive ass phone on the floor?", she asks. It was rare that my Ummi cussed. Well she only cussed when she was pissed off at something. "Ask the damn thing itself", I told her. "Pick it Ameen for I tell your father", she threatened.
I bent down to pick it up then I tossed it on my bed. Lately my father and I haven't been getting along. We've been getting into arguments and fights that now I felt unwanted by him. And I've been so damn overwhelmed with that creepy stalker always near.
Hopefully I would not see her today. Because I did see her my whole Jumu'ah would be ruined.
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I slipped on my dark grey gym shorts and a t- shirt. Before I left to the Masjid I wanted to take a jog around the neighborhood. I slipped on my running shoes then ran down stairs. "Where are you going?", my abi asked stopping me at the door. "To take a jog", I said. "Look at time", he says pointing to the clock. It read ten fourty six. "I have time", I tell him. "Uh no you don't", he says. "Run back upstairs and put your things on. We're meeting up with some brothers", he says.
To prevent from arguing I turned around and run upstairs.
Now I was fully dressed. I had changed out of my gym shorts and T-shirt. Now I was wear a white thoub. A black and white kufiyyah with a white kufi underneath. And my black shorts with my Adidas.
I sprayed a bit of Egyptian Musk on then ran back down stairs. My abi and mother were both dressed. "Who's car are we taking?", I asked. "Yours. I haven't got a chance to ride in it yet", my Ummi said. "Okay", I say. I said the du'a then walked outside to my car.
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We were in front of my sisters home. My Ummi was going to Jumu'ah with Jalilah while Dulamah was coming to Jumu'ah with us. "Sawdah baby. Keep your cell on inshallah", my father said. My mom rolled her eyes as she kissed him. "You worry so much Yahya", she said rolling her eyes again. If she didn't stop her eyes were going to fall out.
I laughed at the thought. That was horrible.
A few minutes after my Ummi went inside Dulamah came out of the house and greeted us with salaams. "Jalilah wanted to prepare breakfast for the brothers", he says. "Oh okay. Tell her to bring out the food", abi says.
Dulamah jogs back to the house then walks in after whispering a silent du'a. Ten and a half minutes later my mother and Jalilah are helping him bring the food out. I get out of the car after popping the hood to grab the food from my sisters hands while my abi grabs the food from my mothers hand. "Shukran baby", she says.
He hits her butt and she laughs. "Afwaan love", he says before climbing back inside. Both my mother and sister goes back into the house. Dulamah follows them then comes back to the car with two big water coolers. "What's in those?", I asked.
"Halib and Shay", he says. "Oh okay", I say taking one from him. I set it in the trunk as well. "Is there any more?", I ask. "Nope", he says setting the cooler inside.
Jalilah comes out of the house again then tells Dulamah she needs his credit card. He digs in his wallet and holds it out to her. Before she can walk off he grabs her hand. "What?", she asks. "Aren't you forgetting something?", he asks with a smirk. She sighs then pecks his lips. "Love ya bye", she says running off.
