Trust You [TRUE STORY]

Chapter 21

Chapter 21:   Failed security

THERE WAS A PART OF ME THAT THOUGHT that Estaban didn't have that big of a nerve to get me fired. Giving a discount to a poor old mother who wanted her child to be happy didn't seem like a huge deal but if you've met our super duper extra manager, you'd understand what I mean. I've only knows my manager for a couple of weeks and what I know the most is : Mess up? Pack your bags.

But then there was another part of me that thought: he will snitch on you. That's guaranteed.

Everyone has that shaytaan in them sometimes. That one part of you that gives you a negative point of view of a situation. Sometimes it's benefiting but most of the time it's just a dangerous place that NOBODY would want to be in. One thing I knew for sure though, is that I'm not committing a haram crime.

It's up to me. This is all up to me and I have to make the right decision. If I don't do the haram, Allah will help me find another job. It's as easy as that since you sacrificed all you've got for Allah, he'll give you what you need the most. And in my case, I need a job.

I got home soon only to see Aisha's things are gone. It's weird because she said she'll be here for two days and she's no longer around. When I got in the kitchen, there was a letter taped on the mirrored glass.

Went over to Maryans'. She said I can stay there for another night until tomorrow. THANK for everything though :) Call me if you need anything -Aisha

It's clear where she is atleast. You know they'd never usually leave notes like this. It's more of something kids would do in the movies you know? With all these technology accesses what's the whole point of writing notes? Clipping papers to tables? Just use your cell phones that even fourth graders carry around.

There was a catch to living in London. I'm personally not a British person and neither is Yassef. We moved here as kids and that's how our parents met. Living here in London is that the education is higher. More and more kids will need cell phones. Depending on how far they need to go to go to school is crazy and so you won't be shocked if you'll see a two month old child holding a cell phone.

I'm surrounded by a bunch of British people and it's funny because my best friends are both British. Me, being the only person with that Canadian accent really surprises most of the first people I run into. A catch into living in London is that they think your the one with the accent. Even thought we are.  .  .  What the hell?

I get a call from Yassef in a couple of moments of thinking of utter non sense. I rummage  through my purse to find my ringing phone and soon later had it between my ear and shoulder.

"What's up?" I said as I went to our room. A couple of seconds past by of nothing but air blowing into his side of the line.

"Emaan?" He finally said something.

I hummed as I dropped on the bed, "Yeah?"

"Your home?" he breathed as if he was running or something. He isn't the running type of guy you know? The most he'd do Is go on comfortable walks, "I need to tell you something."

I rose an eyebrow blindly, "What?"

The microphone was blocked for a second but then his soothing voice was suddenly present, "Estaban is coming over to pick up my vacant binders." He said like he knew I'd panick.

And he was right. My heart dropped and it felt like I was really bein tested by Allah at thid very moment. What else would it be?

"What?" I stuttered, "W-why? Why did you leave them?"