I cannot remember how I got here.
But here I am.
Finding comfort in the sting,
As the blade slices my wrist.
Taking my mind off my crumbling heart;
Falling like a house of cards.
For a minute, I am at peace.
Watching blood seep through veins;
I am in control. ~ SOULUNRAVELD (Instagram profile)
Chapter 15.
"Whoa there. Slow down Ammah, this is a lot to take in honestly" Amlas said with her palm pressed to her chest before a wide grin bore her face " don't tell me this was your plan all along, to get Fatimah out the way so you could marry dear oh Mubarak " Ammah stared at Amlas as as if she had grown two heads for even making that asumptions.
" why of course yes. I had to kill her, what ever would I live without *dear oh Mubarak* I shall not survive" the over exaggerated pose Ammah had on while she acted like a fake British woman had Amlas laughing her ass of.
" Ammah . . ." Laughs " don't you ever . . ." Laughs " and I mean ever attempt a British accent ever again"
" For real " Ammah fakes surprise " and here I was thinking i had a future of becoming a professional British woman. Thanks Amlas, how nice of you to flush my dreams down the drain"
" me? All I did was save you from a lot of embarrassment dear. You make Harry Potter want to wipe his existence off from the face of this universe" her best friend teased.
Just as she was going to give her a sarcastic reply of her own they heard loud screeching coming from outside and a frown takes over their features. As loud sign escapes Ammah before she mutters " sahar"
" unless Harry Potter borrowed Sahar his magic stick then I Really don't see how they could get out the house without passing by us"
Rolling her eyes, Ammah listens as the screeching gets louder and then suddenly- nothing. Almost as if they were afraid of what they would see, Amlas slowly opens up the blinds of the window and a blue car is parked exactly where cars shouldn't be parked; the garden.
"Rest in peace flowers" Amlas says under her breath in loving memory of what used to be a beautiful sight before Hafsah and Ariah blesses them with their presence.
Ammah pats her on the shoulder "more like pieces, aye?" She chuckles but her laughter soon dies down as she registers the glare Amlas is sending her way " let's go get those weirdos"
Outside the household; the surgeon is standing Ariah; the interior decorator that ironically just designed the exterior of the house with her car- with her hand on her waist, easily waving off Hafsah that was complaining about losing her life.
" stop being a baby and come out already" Ariah said in annoyance.
Hafsah's mouth dropped as she got out the car " well if you haven't figured it out yet, not everybody likes getting a slideshow of the grave. I can't die just yet hun, I haven't prayed Asr"
"Ahem ahem" the moment Ammah coughs out loud the two women throwing jabs at each other like a bunch of kids almost as if they didn't even know they had audience.
"Ammah?" The both asked at the same time with their heads tilt sideways while Ammah starts at them in amusement " Ammah!" In synchronized unison they were both on her, straddling her in a bone crushing hug.
" Hafsah! Ariah! Boy have I missed you guys so mu- Ya Allah! The pin in my hijab. Oh my god, get off idiots!"
" oh wow! It's so nice to see you too" Hafsah says but she couldn't hide the grin on her face.
" I can die for you guys. But I can't loose my dignity and die because of a pin, I'll hunt anyone who tells the story of how I died" they all burst out laughing before a thought accord to Amlas.
" Ammah? Did you remove the pin?"
"The what now? Oh the pin. Nope, it was never poking me, I just remembered it was there" is all Ammah says as she shrugs
" bitch-" Hafsah stars before she gets called off.
" woman! You better not teach my poor babies that grammar, I'm going for mommy- I mean aunty- aunty of the year" biting her lips, Ammah looks up to see the amused faces of her friends " what? They're growing on me"
" I can't wait to go see the kids you keep talking about" Ariah runs into the house. Teaching at a primary school surely made her love for kids grow.
"So who else is inside the house" Hafsah places her arm on Ammah's sholder just to remind her of the old times in university and high school when she would tease her height.
"Just the kids. And . . ." The two girls both gave Amlas equally confusing looks " Harry Potter!"
" Oh ghad" Laughing "worst British accent I've heard so far" Hafsah double over and clenches her stomach.
"Amlas talk to me, what's happening with Harry potter? Does your husband have anything to worry about hun. You know I don't judge Babe, tell me" she all but glares at Ammah as she says this.
" shush it" Amlas deadpans.
Hafsah finally stops laughing at the fake accent " or what? Your going to borrow Harry's magic wand and make me?" Everyone chuckles at this as they made their way into the house.
" Ammah? I haven't seen the kids" although it was quite obvious Ariah sounded weary she decided to ignore it and and answered with a 'They're all upstairs' instead.
" hold up Ammah. If the kids are upstairs, why are you with the adults then" Amlas felt thrilled with her little jab.
" would you look at that. Girl has jokes up her sleeves now, I'll get you back on that one" so they left it at that.
With Hafsah already seated and Ariah coming from upstairs, they all sat down and the Squad was whole again.
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. . . . Please don't kill me just yet. I'm sorry guys, I Really am. This isn't bribe but I hope 2 updates in a row will calm y'all down.
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