The Black Truth (A Muslim's Story) ON HOLD

milkshake

 "You WHAT?????????"

THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE

 that's what was missing me, my abbaya(dress) that i came with earlier this evening was wet like a swamp, foolish me cause I was too lazy to change.

"Jumaanah, I will make one for you, OK"

she looked at me half socked half happy,

"Really......." they never knew that I could make ice cream milkshakes and I never bothered so,  or else the will keep on nagging about it and ask now and then.

"yupp.... now let me change and will come out and make it foy yah, now how is that, do we get a deal"

please say yes, please

"YAYYYY deal" she stopped hiccuping and dried her tears, spitted on her hand and pushed it out for me to shake it. Now that is definitely too much for a three year old girl. I shook her hand and tried my best to hide the surprise.

Now that wasn't hard

          I went into my room and changed into my purple sleeveless knee-dress, with a pair of soft light purple pants and tied my hair into a bun.

I opened the door to my room to exit which i usually keep it locked, and walked in the hall towards the kitchen,

I had to find a way to make the milkshake perfect for i wasn't that good in it, I always made chocolate milkshake but vanilla was a different topic. I walked into the kitchen directly towards the double door fridge and opened it grabbing all the necessities.

.vanilla ice ream  check

. cold milk             check

.smashed ice cubes   check

 and I closed the fridge putting the things on the kitchen table, opening the cupboard I searched for vanilla powder. "where is it.. 

where....

 ...... emm got it!!" and slammed the door shut, and put it on the table . I already had the blender ready and so was the big glass ( mostly for milkshakes!!).

After adding all the ingredients into the blender      woo  don't forget the sugar, covered it and press Start!

 this was getting fun, while the stuffs shook up, I got some cookies and sprawled it on a plate, the shake seemed ready and I paused the blender. i ran to the fridge to get the ice cream again, took a great scoop and threw it into the glass and started pouring the shake,

putting the straw in it , sprayed the whipping cream on it and one cherry on the top, "PERFECT you do rock Jamilah!!!!" i said to myself amused at my job.

"JUMAANAH!!!          come here before i finish your shake..."  I took another gulp from it, man it tastes so...

beautiful

"WOOOOOW!!"

"AWESOME can i have some   ..." i can't believe that he had the guts to show ask for one after he had his.

"IN your dreams!"  Jumaanah replied,man she definitely knows what to say, rolled my eyes and left the kitchen.

  As I headed towards my room I ended up bumping into my mom, she smiled

me as if she was looking for me.

"Jamilah, you mind if we talk to you for a second?"

"ofcourse not"

I walked into their bed room, I can smell some fishy subject coming up,

"Jamilah, your father and I discussed and we thought that it would be all right if you went to Canada with Maysa, and i guess that it would be a good chance for you to meet your relatives.."

"OMG MOM ARE YOU REALLY serious!!!!??" i was happy jumping up and down from joy then suddenly I stopped and looked at them ,

studied their faces...

I loved my parents so much and I couldn't believe that I was leaving, my Dad, my Hero I ran to him and hugged him tightly that I for got to gasp for air. Carried me up and turned in circles, I know that I am too old to do these things 

but he is my dad, my father, my abii, my baba and everything to me

I will miss them so much

I lived with them my whole life and know the idea of leaving them was unbearable

I let my dad go and ran to my Mom, covered her with kisses, held her hand and looked into her eyes. She was my mother and  i Loved her with all my heart.

"Mom.."I trailed offI didn't want to break down in front of them

I had to be stiff for that is what I was known for, no matter hoe strong you are and how

independent you are there must be a weak point in you.

"You know if Jabir and Jamal were alive they would be so proud of you,

I froze there and looked down,I swallowed hard a sad smile crept on my lips, my brothers

I missed them.

Jamal was my identical twin and my best friend , I remember exactly 7 years ago was when the accident occurred.

Jabir, my older brother by 9 yrs , actually he was my half brother, his mom died just after he was born which means that he didn't have time to grew up in her hands.

After that my dad met my mom and they married,my mom welcomed Jabir and raised him with love and care as if he was her own son and with that he called her mom.

They both died together in a car accident, although the police couldn't find Jabir's body,

but they had to announce him dead too. 

With that I grew without my bothers an  was treated like the oldest child to Ja'far  & Jumaanah,

how much I wished if they could live today to see her , Jumaanah , she never knew about them and we thought that it would be the best for her to discover it when she got older.

"Mom, I miss them so much, you know all their laughs and there funny pranks that they would do it on me, messing the kitchen up and burning up papers in the oven" that's was there dirty job, Jabir would be the captain and Jamal would be the follower.

After we talked like for Hours about them, my mom asked "Don't you need to do some shopping  tomorrow you would be leaving in four days ..."

WHAT?

i THOUGHT IT WAS AFTER A MONTH!!!!!!

"But Mom, Maysa told me that she was leaving after a month and........"

"Yes, she was right but we thought that you would leave before her so that you could get use to the place"

"so that means that I should be sleeping by know and you wasted my time" I whined and made the last part sound funny, they started laughing and I giggled shaking my head.

I stood up left the room after I gave my salaams and headed to my room and locked the doors behind me.

I went into the bathroom and and had a quick shower , brushed my teeth and made wuduu '(ablution)

I came back into my room and prayed two rak'ahs thanking Allah for accepting my prayers.

As I finished took of the prayer cloth then jumped on the bed and grabbed the phone, started calling Maysa..

 there alot of things to do I silently told myself

and started by pressing the call button

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