Waking up in the morning is difficult, especially if you love beds as much as I do. I thought I can't or don't love anyone other than family, but as it turns out, I fell in love with beds, and food, let's not forget food. I mean who forgets food? Not me, that's for sure.
"Zeeeeeeenith!!!" Phoppo called out across the door. Knowing her, she could be miles away and you will still be able to hear her. Allah bless her vocals.
"Aaiiii phoppo!!!" I replied. (Coming)
I quickly freshed up, brushed my teeth and stepped out of the room all dressed up for the day.
"Something smell delicious!" I said as i stepped in the kitchen. There was my dear dear phoppo standing on the stove cooking eggs and I had to take a double take to make sure that I'm seeing what I'm seeing. Dawood standing there, in front of the chopping board with tears running down his face wait for it ..... chopping onions!
"Aamlet bana rahi hoon. Munda jag gaya tha mai nai bola hat hi bata lay." She replied. (I'm making Omlet. The boy was awake, I figured he'd lend a hand.)
"Umm phoppo, yeh bemar tha.?" I carefully asked/told her. (He was sick)
"Han han, bemar tha. Jawan khoon hai. Chalay ga phiray ga to jaldi theik hoga." She replied. (Yeah yeah, he was sick. He's young (it actually said young blood), activity will make him feel better quicker.)
"Aur wesay bhi, mai nai subah subah lasi banai is kay liay. Khali baitha tha, bore lag raha tha. Samajh to is ko kuch ata nahi hai kay Banda baat kr lai." She said. (And anyhow, I made lasi (yogurt drink) for him in the morning. He was sitting idle, looked bored. He doens't understand a word or a person would have talked.)
And because I like my fun, I smiled and took plates out instead of helping the crying man. Sending Dawood a huge grin, that's when baba came in.
"I'm going to work, Zeenith, see if you can get the guests to look around if they're up for it." Baba said as he kissed my forehead.
"Son, how are you feeling now?" Baba asked Dawood as he went pale.
"I'm better sir. Good, yes. I'm good. Sorry about yesterday. And um your shoes and shirt and the mosque." He said looking bashful his hand on his neck.
"Just make sure it doesn't happen again." Baba said with a nod.
"Sir, yes sir." He replied.
It's absolutely hilarious how he turns into a putty when baba he comes across baba. Ah how much I love my baba right now, not that other times it's any less.
That's when Belle came headphones blasting, hair swinging left and right.
"Allah Allah, jinn char gaya hai kia bachi kay." Phoppo said, and start reciting Ayatul Kursi (parts from Quran that repels evil). (Translation: the girl is possessed!)
And to be honest, she looked a little scary but you know phoppo. Her eyes connected with me and I mentally told her to take off the headphones. And thankfully she understood.
"Morning peeps." she said and sat next to me.
After that it more or less went normal, I mean as normal as you could expect two foreigners to be in Pakistan around pure desi things.
Now, when you think about shopping if your mind moves to mall, where's the fun in that? The actual fun in shopping is the pushing, shoving, bargaining shopping. And just because I made a promise to Dawood to take him to shop it doesn't mean that I'll be so nice as to take him to a mall to shop. Not that I won't, just not yet. A girl's gotta get her payback one way or the other. Anywho, how else would he see Karachi if not by actually visiting the streets?
"Hey Belle, I have the day free, what do you want to see today?" I asked.
"Dreams, I need sleeeeeeepppp." She said flopping down on the bed with a thud.
"Yeah no! Get up! You can't fly all the way over here and just sleep. Today I'll show you the streets, the fun part about Karachi, we can even go to the beach tonight or better yet, I'll see if baba can book us a hut and we can go to hawks bay."
"I like the beach idea hurry with the plans and streets? Please tell me you're not talking me to a mall? Parihan mentioned something she called theeelay? Can we try that?" She asked finally up.
"Don't worry, I still need payback from your brother and he needs to shop so we're definitely trying thelay (carts) obviously we want to make sure that your brother doesn't get his brand of clothes." I said with a chuckle.
Belle shaked her head and said, "You and my brother! What's going on with you guys!! You need to chill and stop wanting to kill eachother, I'm not a fan of funerals and it's difficult to choose sides when it's my own brother and like best friend!!."
"You worry too much. Get dressed, I'll go tell your knobhead of a brother to get ready." I reply as I got up.
I knocked on the room and waited for a reply before entering. I mean, I know better than to enter someone else's room without permission or answer. But I'm not a very patient person, I can only wait so long before I barge in. There he was, laying half on the bed and half hanging from the edge with headphones in his ears . I picked the nearest available thing which unluckily for him was a thick urdu dictionary and threw it on him. (Kids please, don't be violent)
Which hit him right on the chest, Oops missed his beautiful face. Scatch that, not so beautiful face Astagfirullah (may Allah forgive me) and he jumped up with a grunt. Have you seen those jack in the box clowns? Yeah? Just like that.
"What the hell?" He yelled.
"You weren't listening! And I wasn't going to touch you. Now get up! We're going shopping. Also, you don't need the money exchange baba left this for you." I said and threw the envelope at him.
"You know, you could have started with throwing the envelope instead of this thick arse book. And why on earth would your baba give me money?" He said still rubbing his chest, poor boy.
"Baba says you're our guest you're free to talk to him about it." I said and walked out
"And Oops, I forgot about it. We're leaving in 5." I called over my shoulder leaving the room.
10 minutes later we were in the car, don't worry I'm not the one driving the driver is. Or someone you'd call a chauffeur and it's not because we're rich we do okay, it's just slightly common to have people working for us.
We entered the parking ground, Belle's face stuck to the window in awe. Have you ever been to a hafta bazaar? (Saturday bazaar) there were small stalls scattered all over the place with everything avalible under one roof or well, sky. From fruits and vegetables to books, shoes and clothes.
"What. Is. This. Place?" Dawood said as he stepped out of the car.
"This is hafta (saturday) bazaar, enjoy it."
AUTHORS NOTE:
AOA everyone! How are you guys doing? Not the best chapter but hey I tried getting something out. Let me know what you think. Also, when was the last time you went to a hafta bazar? I can't remember when I went! Are we growing up or what!
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Espiritual#82 in spiritual on January 30' 2018 Zenith Amir Qureshi a Pakistani Muslim had everything in her life she asked for..Perfect Parents, 2 Bestfriends which are like sisters to her. But never take anything for granted. One incident change her life whi...
