Haaniyahs POV
Just then, I spotted the two boys—the couple- from the station. Astaghfirullah, what were they doing here? They were with their family—probably brothers, along with a little sister and their parents trailing behind them. I examined them closely, and when the boys stepped aside, their parents... wait, did they notice me? They were walking toward me! Oh no! I turned as if searching for someone to help me with the situation.
Allah, help me... I didn't know them well. What should I say? I glanced at the boys again—eww, no, I just needed to confirm it was them. What should I do?
"As-salamu alaykum, Uncle! It's been a long time since we met. I'm really happy to see you," I blurted out.
"Walaikum as-salam, my dear! Mashallah, how you've grown! Yes, it's been years. I guess you haven't come home for a long time?" Uncle asked.
"No, Uncle. It's been years since Mom and Dad passed away. This time, I thought I'd bring my children to show them my hometown and visit you all. They don't even know their own relatives,kids nowadays!," the lady replied.
"Haha, yes, dear. I'm really happy you at least had the idea to visit us. So you have two sons and a daughter?" Uncle was super excited to chat.
"No, Uncle. He's Umair, my friend's son. They passed away in an accident, so he's with us. These are my children: Farhan and Hafsa, and this is my husband—oh dear, I forgot to introduce him!" the boys' mom explained.
Wait, so only one of them was her son? So that must be Farhan's mom, and the other is Umair. Okay, got it.
"I know, Uncle. Remember during the waleema? He was the one around me. Do you remember me, Uncle?" the man asked.
"Why wouldn't I, son? I remember well. How could I forget my loving children? So this is Haaniyah, Sumaiya's daughter. Hope you remember her?" Uncle replied warmly.
"Mashallah, mashallah! Sumaiya has such a big girl now. Why can't I remember my friend Sumaiya? She was my only neighborhood friend. I wish she were here today. I really miss her," her happy face turned somber. Mom had touched everyone's heart—she was truly special.
"Assalamu alaykum, Aunty," I managed, giving a formal smile, unsure of what to do.
"Walaikum as-salam, darling! Come here, come here!" she said, hugging me tightly and planting a kiss on my forehead. Her warmth reminded me of my mother and Shaima, bringing a sense of comfort I hadn't felt in a while.
"Tiny, why don't you introduce yourself to Haani? What's your name? Hana, isn't it?" she asked.
"I'm Haaniyah," I smiled.
"Ah yes, Haaniyah—such a pretty name!" she exclaimed.
As Hafsa and I chatted, I learned more about her. I discovered her nickname was Tiny and picked up on some important details about her life.
hey guys I know am dragging a bit but wait for the next chapter...for some intresting moves.and I promise to make haaniya and umair talk 😂
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