"Hope I could find whats wrong with me " I said getting my self up
When Farhan lash out at me
"You want me to fight with you huh? " I defended
"No I do waant to sleep... Arghhh that girl I cant really forget her face... Did you see her huh.... Though I try to forget errr... She lookef at as if we were some gays. "Farhan pulled his hair...
"Oh man, why don't you just shut that thing? Please, even I can't forget it! Allah save me... Ya Allah, please make her fall for some kind of disease that would make her forget everything... Ah, memory loss. No, let her live... How about making her forget only the moment?"
Though I switched topics, my mind kept curling around the same issue as Farhan's.
"Arghhh, yeah... Allah, how about a time machine? Wooowwww... That would be great! I could go back in time and send that girl inside so she wouldn't have seen us..."
Farhan chimed in, lost in his imagination.
"So you want that kissing scene, huh? Oh man, I thought you were a good kid, but yeek! Allah save me!" I exclaimed as I ran when Farhan lunged at me. We dashed around, jumping over the sofa and making a mess.
Haaniyah's POV
When I looked, there stood Milhan.
"Go out... Allah must guide you. Why do you want to be like Mom? Don't be so rude at your age. Be kind to people... Be a girl. Be soft. You're being so harsh. Get out of my sight, and be careful next time with your words," Milhan shouted at Rahma.
I couldn't speak up, so I stood from the mat as Rahma ran off, crying, calling for Aunt.
"Assalamualaikum, Milhan. Come inside. It's okay. She wasn't harsh; she just made a request. Take everything positively; she's too young to understand," I reassured him, leading him to a chair near my desk.
"Walaikum assalam. Hmm, don't act like you're not worried. I know who Haaniyah is, though I'm not your blood. And I guess that's why you don't share anything with me," Milhan said, sitting down and looking around my room.
"But I don't love anyone here more than you, Milhan. You treat me well, just like Mother did. I'm Alhamdulillah blessed to have you as a brother," I consoled him.
I heard Grandpa calling from downstairs.
"I guess Grandpa is calling. You should hurry," Milhan said, getting up.
"Sorry, Milhan. Give me a minute," I replied as I walked toward the door.
"No, I just wanted to say: please don't go on the tour with them. Try to escape. I don't want Haaniyah to spoil her time in the name of a tour," he urged, following me.
"Milhan, I actually want to request something. I want to stay with Grandpa for the vacation. Please help me get permission," I pleaded, turning to him.
"Haha, clever girl. I'll make the arrangements; don't worry, sweet girl. Now hurry, Grandpa's calling!" he smiled.
"Oops, I forgot! Thank you, Milhan! Allahhhh!" I exclaimed, slipping on the floor.
That's when I woke up to see Grandpa sitting in a chair by my bed, Milhan standing beside him, my aunt looking on, and Rahma exclaiming, "Mom! She's awake!"
As everyone turned to look, I tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, as if someone had hit me with steel.
"Grandpa, what's wrong? I just fell on the floor, but how did I end up here?" I asked, holding my head.
"Yes, you fainted. It's alright. How do you feel now? Does it hurt? Where else do you feel pain, darling?" Grandpa asked, walking closer and brushing my hair.
Realizing I hadn't covered my head, I quickly jumped up, grabbed the shawl that had slipped down over my eyes, and wrapped it around myself.
"You crazy girl..." Grandpa laughed. "Hope you're feeling fine now. Does it hurt anywhere? You can answer now."
Milhan chimed in, chuckling, but Aunt, clearly annoyed, stormed off, muttering, "Born to waste my time."
"Arghhh, I'm fine! It doesn't hurt... Grandpa, did you ask Aunt?" I was eagerly waiting for his answer.
"Oh Allah, I forgot! Wait, let me ask her. You better take some rest, my girl." He walked out, closing my room door behind him.
I decided to step out onto the balcony to get some fresh air since my head still hurt a bit. As I leaned over the railing, I spotted two guys flirting and playing on the quiet street below. It was hilarious how they interacted; they reminded me of me and Shaima.
Then I did a double-take—it was the guy from the cafeteria! Astaghfirullah, what were they doing? Just as I was about to burst out laughing, one of them leaned in as if to kiss the other. And then they spotted me! 😯😯😯
I bolted back inside, barely containing my giggles. Seriously, they were ridiculous! Watching them had made me forget all about my own troubles and plans.
Feeling lighter, I made my way downstairs to find Grandpa, who had called me earlier. I must have been really late—classic me, always falling behind! 😂😂
Aslmkum peeps... Been a loong time.. Happy to see the votes and comments.. I wish I could improve more this time as I inshallah promised my self to keep on writting.
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