How I Met Mr Jinn ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Four

Snow Angel

I would have marched on and on for miles if I had to, not minding the cold weather or the harsh circumstances- if not for the call of my father.

"Ruqaya!?"

It may be true that I might not mind walking back home on foot, but I had people in my life who cared enough to disagree. I was thankful for their concern, but I wanted nothing more than to get as far away from this place as possible, but they were only making it harder.

Giving up on that idea, I turned my attention towards the adults struggling to balance themselves on the snow. "What?" I asked, meeting the same brown he was seeing, laced with a bit of fear and a bit of curiosity too. To be honest, as savage and annoying I was today, I kinda felt bad for the guy. I knew I couldn't tell him about this mess, but could I at least tell him that it was fine? I know I'm not supposed to say that if I'm not so sure myself, but it hurts me seeing them in this state. I felt like I owed them more than an apology, the least I can do is tell them to rest assured.

After all, I can't die silently. Eventually, my guts will spill on their own.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"What do you mean, what's wrong?" I asked, "I feel reborn! He was amazing."

My mother's face was priceless. "I'm being sarcastic." I reminded her.

"Oh."

Though it hardly seems like it, I was quite lucky today to receive the message. We were foolish children meddling in war, was all it was. A war I intend to finish like a pack of Kit Kat.

I didn't need any certification to justify my thoughts to anyone regarding what I believed in, that was a jinn. Kabus, The nightmare. Lurking into the abyss with his stupid-yet sinister stones, looking for chaos even if it was all in one's head. What bothered me the most, was the way his eyes looked so similar to Grecio's. They were both blue, mesmerizing, wide, and looked like the night sky thanks to the different shades it holds. Such beautiful eyes could never belong to such a filthy beast.

He was mocking me, his grin sending shivers to my spine and goosebumps leaving my hairs to stand straight.

"I want to leave."

"No! We need to talk," My mother began, "And this time no mind games."

"No, we don't," I stated, "Whatever that Lunatic said, is false. Just crap he made up in his head, ok?" Now that we've established the basics, please get me out of here.

"It was your mom's idea, and we are both very sorry for whatever happened in there." My father assured me, pointing behind him to the villa. Like Newton's third law of motion declares, For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. That reaction was the nasty look from my mother he had anticipated before He had shrugged. Being the huge believer my mom was in these myths and legends, while my father believed nothing if it wasn't in the Quran, that would explain how anxious he looked earlier, and the comforting smile she had given me. She thought it was harmless, but here I am a bold believer of how harmful any thought is.

Thoughts only lead to planning, and planning is achieving.

"What did you see?" She insisted.

"Nothing, now can we go?"

"No, habibti." By now, she was breaking into tears. Her voice was beginning to crack between her lips, and her eyes turned a hint of red while her cheeks and nose flamed to the cold touch of December air. "I will ask you this, and I want nothing more or less than the truth."