Unfixable fixing

Chapter Ten

Jesus said; "Verily! I am a slave of Allah, He has given me a scripture and made me a prophet." Quran: 19:30

Jesus is not a God, neither is he the son of God, he, Jesus, Isa(a.s) is a salve of Allah, a prophet is what he is, May Allah increase us all in knowledge, Amin.

Norahs pov

Cairo, Egypt.

2:45pm.

37 degrees Celsius.

I can't deal with the heat here, Allahu.

In London the highest degree is 25, and here 37? What? Yesterday it was almost 40, by Allah i am not exaggerating.

Both my paternal and maternal family are here, my dads sisters daughter is getting married and dad took it as an opportunity for us to come here as it clashes with our mid-term break.

Both me and Yunus are sitting at the far end of the room, him using his phone and me reading the book i bought at the airport, two days ago.

Yes we came two days ago.

My cousins are all talking in Arabic, i don't think they understand any other language apart from Arabic, some of them can speak English, barely tho.

My dads side can speak more of English than my mums.

"Sis check this out." Yunus says amusedly, showing me a picture in his phone, it's a picture of me eating cake, dressed in baggy cloths, the icing all over my face, i don't even remember this day.

I hit him on his shoulder, trying to snatch the phone from him and delete the ugly picture.

"Not a chance Norah." He laughs and that gain the attention of our cousins.

Most of my cousins from my mums side thinks that we are arrogant, full of ourselves or whatever the heck they think, they got it from their mums, my mum is the only daughter her mother gave birth to, the rest are her step siblings, heck she grew up with her evil step mother because her mother died when giving birth to my mum, May Allah forgive her.

So, my mothers step mum doesn't like my mother and so are are sisters, yes sisters, they've got no brother and now their kids, my mums nieces and nephews don't like my mum or us.

Bizarre, I know.

"Please Yunus, delete the picture." I whisper to him, not wanting to draw any attention to us again.

He shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear, he looks happy, i smiled at him, he is totally getting over his bully, i am proud.

"I have lots, i can show you." He winks at me and i groan.

I hate him.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, i bring it out, I have two new messages.

Samir🌚: Hey Nihal, what are you up to?

I smiled, oh how much i miss him.

Me: Just reading, i am bored.

We've gotten closer, and— and i think- uhm.. wait i am not ready to admit.

The other message is from Lizzy.

Lizzy💕: Hello Norah! I want to talk to you, please xx

I roll my eyes, it's now that she wants to talk?

Me: I'm all ears.

Yunus lean his head on my shoulder and scoff when he sees her name: "Gosh she doesn't deserve you, why are you even replying her?" My brother asks.