ALWAYS ZAYN

3'

Proposal. . .

After having a great day with her brother, sister in-law and nephew, Nana thank Allah for having them in her life. If not for them, she didn't know whether she would be able to survive or not. Yes, her parents are always there but not the way she needs them, she knew they're trying their best. She hate to think that there are parents out there wanting a child even if he's blind or deaf but her parents are here neglecting them, well, not much. Or so she wants to put it.

Talking about that, she's trying to get ready and accompany her brother and his family to the airport as they're going back to America today. She was so sad that he came three days ago but didn't bother coming to see her. After so much explanation that he wasn't in the same state as her, she finally accepted his apology and ask him to come back soon. She'll miss him so much, or in his words, she's going to miss Khumais so much and that part is more than true. She just feel this strange connection with him that she wants to keep him with her all the time.

Weird!

She brought out a blue khaki long hooded sweater drawstring neck and reinforced hem, luxurious non-sheer knitwear fabric and a black leggings, white sneakers and blue veil around her pleated hair- by Aunty Zu. She added a long jilbaab along before rushing down the stairs so that they wouldn't leave her. Finally, she's going out even though she's most likely going out in a car but that still counts and it is no one's fault, she just like being at home and then Islamic school, that's all.

"You're here on time. We were about to leave," her brother grinned mischievously knowing how she'll just burst out if they leave without her.

"Oh brother mine, there would've been a fray and I wouldn't go out with a scathe." She flipped her hijab from behind, imagining it to be her long hair.

"Oh really! When did you start disrespecting your brother, hm?" He jokingly glare at her.

"When my brother starts thinking about leaving me behind." She shrugged and went to a giggling Khumais who was busy waiting for her to pick him from his mother's grasp.

"Oh you cutie! I'm going to miss you so much baby, will you miss me?" She pinched his cheek as she draw him to her.

"I'll mwish you shooo mouch, mine." (I'll miss you so much, mine). He gurgled out in his baby voice. Sakinah by the side smoked at the people in front of her.

"Aw, mine will miss you more, habiby!" She grinned with her eyes tickling with tears, she love this bundle of happiness. His smile is enough to brighten up her whole existence. An onslaught of feelings weigh down in her chest and she couldn't pinpoint which one is better than the other, they all feel tantamount.

"Let's go or we'll be late." Fahad said making his way out of the house with his wife in his arms.

"Oh yes lovebirds, you can't wait to get all lovey dovey." She sarcastically muttered under her breath before rushing behind them with Khumais in her arms.

She said a quick bye to Hanna and Aunty Zu that she'll just accompany them to the airport and will be back with the driver.

She sat herself down on the passenger's seat with Khumais straddled around her waist and Fahad with Sakinah at the backseat. She kept playing with Khumais whilst taking so many videos -in her iPad- of his every reaction and words. She wants to keep everything about the baby and keep it like it is a treasure, which to her, it is. Sometimes she thinks she'll never get married to even have a baby, why? She's always at home and who will see her to even like her and marry her?

Why wouldn't she know much and she's writing? She writes about Arabs and religion. She loves Arabs and writes a lot about them as she read from Qur'an and Hadiths. She likes thinking that she is still living with them, those centuries ago. She like it when it is peaceful, when you'll never think of anything bad about anyone, it's always about religion and following your prophet's path.