ALWAYS ZAYN

1'

NANA AISHA TALIB ALIERO.

Two Years Later. . .

She smiled looking at what she just drafted in the pile of poems she has written. She is insane about happy endings, mad about love stories, magnet for clichés and strong love for sadness. She doesn't have any problem writing poems just for her own happiness and daydreams. Mostly, Islamic poems about her religion. She also sites a lot about sad ones like she was once heartbroken even though she wasn't. She has been alone all her life and she likes it.

She'll lie down on her bed and wait for the idea to burst in through her and like a spirit, she'd jump off the bed and write, no matter what time it is or what she was supposed to do. Having nothing to do at home other than lazy-ing around the house. Locked up in her room, she'll do many shenanigans, all on her own. The Islamic school she's teaching are on a vacation for the end of the term. She has been trying to augment her knowledge but still lazy to do so.

Left with only an iPad and a computer to quench her boredom, Nana only writes. She has logged into Instagram and YouTube which she's really active on and have many followers and subscribers. She'd post some of her many weird poems or pictures with her older brother who she was sure was the person who brought so many followers and subscribers for her. She is a nobody but she always gets motivated when she read the comments of people liking her poems.

Her brother; Fahad Talib Arielo, a twenty eight year old, famous football player living in America with his wife- Sakinah and his two year old son- Khumais. He visits often to water most of her boredom but that is once a month or once in two months. She really appreciate his offer even though mostly he come back because of business but he'd never fail to visit her whatsoever. And she appreciate his offer, leaving his son to spend a month with her, or more to with her. Strangely, they named the boy after the name she always wished to call her own son.

She has no friends except Hanna -she's not counted- Nana would care less about the world outside her house. She always likes it alone. And now that her parents finally allowed her to continue teaching -after asking her to take two months off and rest, she couldn't be any exultant -to go back. But then again, she still don't need a friend. She has been a nerd throughout her highschool -which she can't really remember- life and she likes it like that.

Standing up from her desk chair, she stalked to the bathroom with her slothful eyes and arms. Typing can be very exhausting sometimes but she won't give up till all those ideas are discharge them into letters and words arrange orderly. She loves poem! The ideas will just come up and then she'll put it into words. The heartbreaking ones are her favorite, she likes sad stuff.

Taking a long relaxing shower, she felt all the tending muscles in her body quenched and that feels good. She bounced to her closet to bring out something to wear. The whole closet has only three native wears which she has never worn -no where to go and no weddings to attend. She has so many gowns, trousers, shirts, kimonos, crop tops, jallabiyas, jumpsuits, hoodies, sweats and many skirts also.

Her parents made sure they provide anything a girl will need. They spoil her rotten in not so good way since they don't know her taste or anything related to her. She's happy that they're finally trying to squeeze their time and spend sometime with them.

Briefly looking at her closet, she wrestled a denim blue jeans -that stopped just before her ankle and a baby pink sweater which has 'Make me cry' at the arms, written in sky blue- from it's hanger. After wearing that, she tied a blue head tie expertly to cover her natural black hair. Adding a white converse, she left the room but came back to pick her favorite wrist watch which was a gift from her brother.