Kabeeru Ishaq, and Jameelu Ishaq are brothers. This story is not about them! this story is about how to stubborn souls unite.
Aslam( Jameelu ishaqs son) and Islam (Kabeeru ishaqs daughter) completely hate each other. what will Aslam do? when he star...
I was seating in the living room crying internally because I don't want to cry in front of my siblings and quietly listening to the lesson teacher.
Well, If you're wondering why I'm crying and why I need a lesson teacher I'll tell you. Even if you weren't wondering I'm still gonna tell you anyways. It happened when I first arrived at my new school. Today was my first day in a school in the city. I wasn't as existed for myself as ameera but oh well. I wanted to fit in and make friends, but most importantly I need to find something mischievous to do. Then I heard Terror's voice in my head, "Do you want your father to get angry at you?" I shook my head "Then why would you think of that, look if u do something naughty I'll have no choice but to take you back to the village and never come visit ever." His voice warning me sternly. I roll my eyes realizing that it was just in my head.
It was time for class and I was a bit nervous, the teacher asked me to introduce myself so i did. But the moment I started speaking everyone was laughing at me, I had no idea why. I sat at my seat quietly next to this girl who I noticed didn't laugh. "Hey," she said and I replied. We got to know each other. Her name was Hadiza, I guess I found my new best friend. She told me they were laughing b'cuz of my accent. I mean really what's wrong with my accent, just because I'm from the village doesn't mean I can't speak English. I had English class and the teacher decided to ask the new kid a question, I answered correctly which was all that mattered but those kids went off again laughing at my accent. Even at home this morning my younger siblings laughed at my accent but I ignored them, now its getting to me. Why do I feel so embarrassed even though I'm supposed to be bald. I looked at every single person in the room and I told myself determinedly that I will perfect my accent and work really hard in school so I become the best and show them all. That was a promise to myself and that Terror on our drive back home. What! He called me dumb so I had so show him I wasn't. When we got home I had wined and I made my aunt who I call mummy even though she's not my mother but still respect her like she is get me a lesson teacher to tutor me after school hours.
So now you now why I'm crying on the inside. Terror left for military school and he's gonna be fine for a while, but I promised my self to be the smartest student and by the time he gets back, he'll be surprised.
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Aslam's POV
#### Four years later.####
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It's done, it's over. Yes! After a very long time it is time for me to go home. I miss them very much all of them, my family, but I miss her more. Every 6 months everyone comes to visit when we're on break but she never came. I wondered why. I'm sure she's all grown up now, i know I am. I grew out of my childhood figure a long time ago, although I might still look sixteen. What's weird is that even though before I joined the army girls swon over me, but now it's like they can't seem to take their eyes off me. I'm not complaining though. I just drove into the house and the security guards were so excited to see me. I gave them all some money before I drove to the parking place. I got off the car and picked up my bag from the back seat, I just came home so I had to go say hi to dad and Abba and everyone else. As I walked into the living room I was surrounded by a group of kids who were excited to see.
