ON HOLD The perks of being a Hafizah

The truth

Amatullah's POV

The awkwardness, the sheer embarrassment, it felt so out of place for me to be their with Zahr and Yahya.

Like SUBHANALLAH, his mannerism with his sister, his love for her was beautiful, flowed so beautifully. Without being haram, I admire Yahya, truly and only for the sake of Allah swt.

I watched them with love as they both had their small moment and it was ever so cute! Like formality aside, how often do you see such a a strong brother and sister relationship?

Besides the lovey dovey Cutey moment aside, I felt like I had existed in this moment when Yahya had sent salam upon me.

Did he do it on purpose and the whole brother sister relationship was just played for me to see, or was he being truly dear?

"Amatullah!" She looked at me completely still.

"What's up bro? Your acting like I am not gonna get you two married!" She said laughing while walking to the sink.

"What? Broooo you can't be serious!" I said in confusion.

"We all know how much you wanna call Yahya ladoo and......" She said now walking towards me.

"Broooo! Are you in the right state of mind?" I blurted

"I'm only joking! Gosh Amatullah! He only said salam to you and you just froze like he just told you that he liked you or something" she said teasingly.

I slapped her arm jokingly! Ya Allah!

This girl!!

"YA Allah! Ok ok!! I feel sorry for Yahya now, imagine how many bruises..."

I slapped her once again on her arm.

Zahra and I burst out laughing.
She is Such a pain sometimes but....seriously worth laughing with!

"OK OK OK!!! Stop it now! That's fine please! I'll stop! Ya Allah! May Allah swt demand you sabr and the tawfeeq to take Zahra's awesome jokes" she said in her fit of laughter.

"You...seriously...watch it" I pointed my finger at her yet my attempt to be stern failed and I too began to laugh hysterically.

The kitchen echoed with our hyena and chimpanzee laughs, and surely from the outside of the kitchen, it would have definitely scared anyone away.

"Oh stop stop! A'uthu billahee minadhaytaan nirrajeem" Zahra shouted loudly slapping her leg.

"I seek refuge from Allah of shaytaan and the evil of Zahra's jokes that has caused us to excessively laugh" I said

"Amatullah!" She moaned.

"Ok stop and do what we came here for" I said calming myself down.

She began walking towards the kitchen worktop and grabbed a glass from the draws and began to smother it with fairy turning it from clear to green.

"What are you doing?" I said to her confusingly.

"Cleaning the glass. What else?" She quickly rinsed the glass while turning the hot tap on.

"OUCH" she screached.

Ya Allah this girl.

She dropped the glass in the sink and attended to her scalded hand.

"You are so stupid Zahra! What are you doing with such hot water!" Her hand became red, like a bite from a mosquito, like a blob of ketchup and so almost immediately I turned the water to super cold and grabbed her hand and placed it under the running tap soothing her skin.

"Keep it there ghadar (donkey). You keep scolding yourself and I'll keep putting your hand under the tap" I said smiling at her.

I wiped the glass and instead poured some bottled water into it and picked up her packet of tablets.

I examined the back of the tablets while Zahra was turned around attending her burnt hand.

The tablets were round in size, rather large and were labelled with red writing.

I turned the packet around and from the repeated and confusing writing that smothered the back of the silver packet, the words spelt this: steroids

Steriods?

I let in a hard gulp, trying to swallow the word to make sense. My stomach clenched and felt my body wanting to let out a scream.

I slowly reached into Zahra's bag that she had brought with her for the box from where the tablets had come from. I picked up the box and began to read the small encrypt writing. Nothing special. An abnormally large sticker labelled with Zahra's name and address covered the front of the packet.
Quite slowly, I began to peel the sticker taking small glances at Zahra behind me.

Damn sticker!

"How long do I keep this under?" Zahra said.

"Urm about another 1 minute" I said hesitantly.

"Oh ok" she said.

I attended myself back to the sticker where it reached the point that if I pealed it anymore, it would take the writing off the box off.
I looked at the already exposed writing in red bolder in New Times Roman:

"Diagnosis through stage one chemotherapy"

My eyes began to burn and couldn't help but let out a tear. My body clenched, my inside flipped.

Chemotherapy?