Our Worlds

School trip

Sarah POV:

"Ugh, Huzaifah! You are late again and today is suppose your school trip. Thank god, we arrived on time." I cried slamming my car door with irritation. The school bus was already there with a line of student in front of it and Huzaifah was probably one of the last students to board.

I opened his door as he unbuckled his seat belt and jumped down from the car. I quickly placed a kiss on his cheek as I guided him towards his class. "Remember to be with your teacher at all times. If you get lost ask someone to let you use their phone to call me in the number that I placed in your backpack, okay?"

 Huzaifah nodded.

"Uh Huzaifah, I was waiting for you." Hafsa yelled excitedly, waving at my son as he sauntered towards her with a big grin. "We were about to leave you!" 

"Bye mom." Huzaifah waved at me grinning. 

I loved my boy! Ever since I told him to pray for his dad, he took a prayer mat and supplicated for his father in every salah and asked Allah for his dad to return to hone and I even found him weeping a few times. I just hope he gets the chance to meet his father!

"Bye dear, have fun." I waved back as he boarded his school bus.

"I will mom." He grinned, revealing his dimples.

"Bye Sarah!" Hafsa hollered as I waved back. 

As time passed, the school bus drove off vanishing away from my sight.

Benyamin POV:

Everyday a school comes to visit the 'Museum'. I make my way to my bosses office as he calls me through his intercom system. There goes my another hell of a day!

"Yes sir?" I said opening the door to his office.

"Today the kindergartners or some junior grades are visiting this museum. You need to show them around and also help the teachers guide the kids." My boss said sternly. "You are dismissed."

I left him and made my way to the entrance of the Museum waiting for their arrival. After few minutes of anticipation, a school bus stopped in the vast parking lot and about thirty children leaped of the bus gathering around their young aged teacher. The teacher was wearing a headscarf, she's a Muslim of course. I watched as she struggled to make her way towards me along with a line of school kids.

To tell you the truth, I hated this job. It was a daily routine for me to be tour guide for the elementary classes visiting us each day but weirdly, I forced myself to stick to this job because I somehow believed that I'd run into my child on the way and everything would be worth it. 

I opened the door as any gentlemen would and greeted the long line of kids in. "Hi I'm Ms. Hafsa, their teacher and you must be the one helping us around?" She asked politely, breathing heavily as she tried to keep everything under control.

 I nodded smiling. "I'm Benyamin." I introduced myself.

 She smiled and handed me some name tags stressfully, "Can you write each students name on the tag and stick it to their shirt please?"

"Sure." I crouched down in front of the line while Ms. Awad continued from the back writing each student name and sticking it to their shirt hastily. 

Looking ahead, I asked the little girl in the front her name. "My name is Amanda Smith." I handed her the name tag and she stuck it to her top. "My name is Taylor Johns." The boy next in line said. I smiled at him and stuck his tag on his shirt. 

"Boys and girls, whoever has their tags on, please make a separate line here." Ms. Awad echoed robotically.

"My name is Huzaifah Benyamin." A small boyish voice said. I wrote his name and looked up at him to find a familiar set of eye's looking at me. Do I know him why does he look exactly like me when I was a child?  He has that exact nose as me, face shape, hair colour, and ... he just looked like me.