That was never It!!

chapter 27

Aliyah was done praying Isha and was busy brushing her hair when Isabelle hit her with a pillow. 

"What was that for? Mrs. Drex." She said teasingly. Other girls would have blushed but not Isabelle.

"Ha ha ha, very funny!" She said sticking her tongue at her. Typical Isabelle.

" I wonder what Drex sees in you." Aliyah said.

"I can never like that guy."

"Why not?"

"He is crazy and annoying and messed with my food and is a stalker and -"

"You are a racist."

"What? No."

"Yes."

"Aliyah!"

"Isabelle!"

"Racist!"

"I am not. I didn't say anything about the colour of his skin." Isabelle sounded so serious.

"Well you just did!"

"Because you made me."

"I didn't put the words in your mouth and the -"

Aliyah was cut short by someone banging at the door. The girls looked at each other. None was expecting someone. Aliyah covered her hair as Isabelle went to get the door.

A crying Rukhayah walked in and jumped right into Isabelle's arm. Isabelle, being the anti-hugger  she is, mouthed Aliyah a 'help me'.

Aliyah pulled Rukhayah for a hug. She  cried softly for a while. Isabelle made her hot coco; which she didn't make well.

After minutes of sniffing and crying, she finally told them that her boss had abused her again.

"That does it!" Isabelle said and pulled Rukhayah up. "We are going to make him pay for all this."

Rukhayah protested and Aliyah tried to stop Isabelle but no one can stop her when she wants to do something.

After walking for about thirty minutes and literary dragging Rukhayah along they arrived at his house.

They knocked thrice and finally he opened the door. He was a mess. His hair looked like it had been pulled by a baby. His panda eyes looked sick. He looked more broken than ever. Isabelle felt remorse for him. She had planned to pluck his head off but their she was staring at him with pain in her eyes.

"What do you want?" His voice was shaking. He must have been crying. Rukhayah felt Isabelle letting her go.

"Why did you.." Isabelle cleared her throat. She couldn't even recognise  her voice. "Why have you been hurting her?"

He was about to slam the door but Isabelle pushed herself in.

"We can file a case against you." She said and poked him, awakening the devil inside him. He clenched and unclenched his fist. Trying hard not to hurt her. "Well ,speak up. Why do you keep hurting her?"

He stepped back and clenched his jaw. He was having troubles keeping calm.

"She works all day and night for you. But not because she has to but because she loves your mother. And you treat her like shit!" Isabelle pushed him and he hit the wall.

Rukhayah's eyes went wide open. She knew Isabelle would get hurt. The man got suddenly violent and held her by her arm painfully pushing her against the wall. Isabelle felt herself running out of breath. She didn't struggle as the girls tried to push him away but he was too strong. He lifted her off the ground. And stared right into her brown hazel eyes. His heart warmed and his anger subsided. He slowly put her down and looked at her. From her long dark hair to her nose which was a little crocked and her eyes which was the exact replica of his.

"Najma!" He whispered. Mostly to himself.
Rukhayah and Aliyah looked at each other and back at the two of them.  That's when Aliyah finally realised where she had seen him before; in Isabelle's eyes.

She is Najma! Rukhayah shook her head.

The man quickly let her go and fell into a sidjah.

"Alhamdullilah, Alhamdullilah, Alhamdullilah," he whispered to the ground and cried. A confused Isabelle ran towards Aliyah and hugged her.

"Why is he calling me that?" She whispered to Aliyah.

"Maybe because you are Najma." Aliyah said with tears in her eyes.

Just then Mrs. Khalid walked out of her room and stared at the scene confused. Rukhayah ran to her side and held her  hand.

"Who are these people?" She asked as she hid behind Rukhayah.

"My friends." Rukhayah said amidst sobs. Mrs. Khalid looked at Aliyah and Isabelle. She looked at Isabelle; she looked just like she did 19 years ago.

That's when it hit her.

"Oh my Allah!" She cried. "My Najma, my little girl. Allah is great! Allah is great! Alhamdullilah! All praises to  Allah!"

A/N

Asalam Alaykum. I hope it is okay. Though I doubt if it is.

Thanks again!