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Babysitting and comfortations

That's little Zacky in the pic

"Romaisa I'm telling you he's a good guy," my baba says as he takes a sip of water. I sigh rubbing my forehead. "Baba, you keep saying that but you only know this business side of him. What if...what if he dosn't pray all the time or read the Quran?"

Baba smiled as mama sat there stitching a pant up for Zackariyah, she looked deep in thought. "He goes to the mosque at prayer times, and he dosn't associate with any woman there."

Oh my Allah, this guy just keeps getting better.

"But..but he does want one thing...he wants this to happen fast." Baba says hesitantly.

"No baba, I'm only 21 remember. I don't want this to happen fast! Why does he want it to?" I say trying to calm my voice, I shouldn't yell at my parents.

"But why are you hesitating habibti....unless there is another that you have in mind?" He says curiously.

There is no other, why would there be another the only dudes I know are my brother, my father and...and Asher. But he's out of the question isn't he? He was just being nice talking about how cool my leg was. He can't like a crippled girl like me, I mean has anyone even seen his face, it should be on a magazine- Astaghfirullah what am I doing.

"No baba there isn't another...but I just don't like his..his like body language. He's so intimidating and he seems like he dosn't care for anybody unless it's himself. I mean have you seen his Facebook? Selfies, selfies with no smiles everywhere. Tons of them. Dozens--"

"Oh uh hehe," I stumble out as my father glares at me. Whoops should have told him I did something haram, he reduces his glare a bit and says, "habibti you have to just give me an answer. Yes or no? Let me tell you this though, I want to see my second daughter get married before the little monster also known as Zackariyah."

Just as baba said his name, Zacky came running with only his underwear on and one of Omar's tie tied around his head. He ran right through the living room screaming, pineapples are the worst and ran back up stairs. But we all heard that famous laughter of Omar's as he congratulated Zackariyah.

Baba sighed and rolled his eyes, "see what I mean......I want you to have a relationship like Aimen has with Omar. I don't know whether you'll achieve it or not but I think you should try."

I thought back to the phone call, he was good at the beginning but then he slowly started getting scarier and scarier. What if he's like that with us? All nice and fun in the beginning and then slowly starting to decrease. Baba's right about one thing though, I should at least try.

"Ok baba, I'm not giving you an answer but I want to have a dinner with him not alone, I want all of us."

My father sighed before getting up, "that can be arranged for tomorrow, I'll just go make the call. But habibti I expect you to make a choice right at the end and we shall tell him the following day through phone."

I nodded picking at a little dirt patch on the sofa. I heard my dad walk out and I turned to my mom. She hasn't said a word though out the whole thing.

"What do you think mama?" I ask, she looks up from the jeans and places the items on the table beside her. Turning to me she says, "I think you should think." Before getting up and walking towards her bedroom.

Well that was really helpful.

Why does everyone keep telling me that? I am thinking. I'm thinking so hard my brains on fire like Patrick from spongebob square pants. When he was trying to write that song but he couldn't. I hope this Osama dude likes spongebob.

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"Zackariyah! Come back right now!" I yell towards the little boys retreating form as he runs away from me. This kid will be the death of me. Baba and mama went shopping for tomorrow's dinner and I am left in charge of this monster. I called Shiza and left her a voice mail asking if she could help. Omar and Aimen left two hours ago and this kid has been hyper since.

Right now he's in red shorts with no shirt, just a red cape running around thinking he's superman. But I can't let that happen because he's really clumsy. Like Asher. No Romaisa not the time to be thinking about him.

I heard the familiar tone of my cellphone ringing and I sighed in relief once I saw it was Shiza.

"Hello?"

"Ok Romaisa, hang tight I'm sending somebody." That sounded like I was stuck on an island with nothing but a penny. Wait what did she mean by sending somebody?

"Wait what? Sending who??"

"Somebody who specializes with species like Zackariyah, they're even better than Mr. Omar. K bye!"

"Wait Shiza!!" But she already hung up. I make sure Zackariyah is fine playing 'crash the building with my truck' before going up stairs and throwing decent clothes and wrapping my hijab around my head.

I wonder who she's sending?

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I'm wondering that too Romaisa....this amazing author hasn't gotten to that part yet, but I think we all have a clue eh *wink wink*

Anyways thanks for reading! Love you all and here are virtual potatoes for all of you, make sure they don't fly around your room.