Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And It Comes Down To This

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'Yaar nu milaygi aj laash yaar de' --Noori

One-Mississippi

Two-Mississippi.

Three-Mississippi.

Then it went boom. An explosion followed by a series of gunshots and commotions. Saleh - the senior shouted at one of his men who was the floor next moment as a result of Sean's gun. Suddenly, I was surrounded by men in uniform whom I'd seen once or twice following me or patrolling the house. Nayal's elbow smashed against another one's ribs and fell down instantly yelping. It was a war zone minus the swords and horses. Freeing myself from the rope I reached for the pistol in the hand of the dead man lying on the floor, my hijab was slipped off. The same guy whom I had hit where flowers don't grow, yanked me by my - very exposed hair.

"You think I'll let you go?" He growled, placing a gun on my pelvis. Taking a risk I shoved him against the side which game me enough time to grab a rod from the crate. Unfortunately he turned back to hit me with the gun but before he could, he was kissing the floor.

"Thank me later." Nayal grabbed my hand stepping out of the room. "Take a left from here where there'll be a corridor. Take the third door at the left and there's an exist. Here are the keys to my car, drive to the Station and you'll be handled."

I never saw his eyes shine so brightly before. Like when he told me about his father or when he was assaulting Sean. It sure sounds pretty weird - me noticing something so minor under this circumstance. Right now I didn't know who stood by me and against me, so I did what I thought was right.

"No." I scooted away a bit.

"Excuse me?" The window beside us blew off taking us off guard. We instantly got on our knees, crawling to a safe place. I straightened my jacket which kept falling off the shoulder.

Titling my chin, I shot him a look. "I'm not leaving until I get some answers."

"Oh really? If you keep going by that rate, the next I'll see you will be in Jahannum!" He protested.

"I'm sure it's better up there than here. At least I'll know who's stabbing me in the back." Sneering at him, I dodged to the left.

"I'm sorry about Adam. I tried to warn you but..."

"Go on, play the 'I told you so card'!" He was quite offended.

"I wasn't gonna say that. Trust me." Hiding beneath a window I looked at him for one last time and got up.

"I've lost enough people Zeeniya, I can't lose you too." Maybe that was a tear I saw near his lashes or it was an illusion. I couldn't afford a weakness especially not right now. He was pleading.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I separated our hands. It was hard to accept the fact that someone other than family cared this much. I ignore things at times but I'm not clueless.

"Achay loug itni jaldi nhi martay." I winked at him and sprinted off to that room again.

"So lover boy didn't get you out? Sad."

The room was abolished. A few bodies were scattered brutally on the floor and Mustafa Sale stood in front of me in all his might, a smile taunting me. No one else - alive at least wasn't in there. It was the end for both of us, I swore to avenge Mum and I keep my promises. This man took away the most precious person, I'll make sure he's brought to justice.