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They were sisters by chance but became friends by choice.
Sahra and Sumayah are two twin sisters that grew up never knowing the other one existed. What happens when they suddenly bump into each other? What happens when they r...
"She felt horrible because another piece of her was living somewhere else, not knowing who her mother was or how much her mother truly loved her."- Sahra Khan
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Chapter Eight:
The Reunion
☀️Sahra Khan☀️
Sumayah and I made plans to meet up at a local StarBucks near my house and in the inside, I couldn't help but freak out. I mean, imagine growing up all of your life thinking you were an only child and then suddenly you find out you've had a twin sister all along. It's crazy! I mean this stuff happens in movies, not real life! This isn't Sister Sister or Twitches! But how cool would it be to be twin witches? Okay, it's not the time for the Sahra! I scolded myself. I sighed as I turned on the ignition and drove out of my driveway.
So far it's been five days since I stopped talking to Aunty Amira and with every passing day I could tell she was more and more irritated with me. But what I don't get is why she couldn't tell me the reason Sumayah and I were separated in the first place. I mean if she told me why and if it was for a really good reason then I would understand and stop being angry with her. Shaking my head, I proceed to my car and drive away. As I was driving, I couldn't help but get lost in my never ending thoughts. "Mommy, where's dad? Why did he leave us?" I remember asking my mom that once when I was 10 and the moment I saw the heartbroken look on her face I never dared to ask about him ever again. "Oh beti," She knelt down in front of me and cupped my hands in hers, tears making their way down her cheeks. "Your father didn't leave us because he wanted to, he left because he had to. And In Shaa Allah you'll find out what those reasons were once you get older." On that day I couldn't help but wonder why she was crying so much. Now it all makes sense.
She wasn't just crying for my father, she was crying for Sumayah.
She felt horrible because another piece of her was living somewhere else, not knowing who her mother was or how much her mother truly loved her.
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The moment I walked in I saw Sumayah sitting in the far corner, fidgeting with her fingers as she looked out of the window. It still amazes me how much we actually look alike, it's as if I'm looking at a mirror every time I see her. I slowly begin to approach her, suddenly feeling even more nervous than before. "Hey," She looked up once she heard my voice and gave me a shy smile.
"Hey..." She replied timidly, looking at anywhere but me. I sat down across from her and stared at my finger tips not knowing what to say. I mean what can I say? Hey sis, let's catch up on the last 19 years we've spent without each other! How does one even begin to talk to someone they share the same DNA with but had no idea they even existed? Even more importantly, how can we even begin find out the whole entire reason we were separated? A part of me is scared to figure it out.
