•{ the four kids }•
"Assalamualikum wa rehmatullahi wa barakatuhu, Assalamualikum wa rehmatullahi wa barakatuhu..."
She did the salam and sighed. The Isha prayer was over. Peace had taken over all of her mind and body. And now she had to do some dhikr before she could talk to her Lord, thank him, and ask forgiveness for all the sins that she had committed.
After a while when she had finished doing all she had to do, she folded her brown prayer mat, removed her hijab and plopped on her bed with her light brown hair taking half the place.
"Yo. Asmah."
Asad entered just when Asmah had closed her eyes.
"YO!"
He cried to gain her attention, hearing her snap back in frustration.
"WHAT!"
"Mama and Baba are calling us downstairs."
"What? We've had our dinner, isn't it time to sleep?"
She recalled with raised eyebrows, taking a short glance at the clock. Following her gaze, then simply shrugging, Asad replied back nonchalantly.
"I know, right? They said that they wanted 'to talk' to us about something. Anyway, get up and come downstairs quick."
"Fine.."
Asmah muttered as he left.
What's with the unusual emphasis on 'to talk'? Wait, what if, its about...NO.
She smacked her forehead for thinking silly thoughts. Taking in a long breath, she put on her scarf loosely around her head and went outside, internally praying for it to be not what she had believed it was going to be.
The next moment, she found her self seated beside Asad, in front of her parents, as they normally talked about usual things. She had started feeling beyond sleepy and wanted for whatever it was to end quick, but for some reason, she didn't seem to have the guts to directly ask her parents. She sighed before turning to look at Asad, who was already looking at her. Making a small pout, she signalled for him to do something, which was exactly what he did, making her look at her with widened eyes.
"Uh, Mama, Baba, so why did you actually call us here for? Didn't you say you wanted to talk to us about something?"
He turned to her when he felt her sit up with a jerk.
"What?"
He asked, the cluelessness on his face only adding to her annoyance.
Asad you idiot!! That's not how you do something!!
"Oh yeah. About that."
Mustafa remembered, glancing at Mariyam who had been blankly staring at the siblings. He followed her gaze and turned to them too.
"What we wanted to talk about was, that since now, you both have matured, you have your own jobs, and have accomplished most of your dreams."
Asad and Asmah nodded. They had a slight idea as to where this was going. And that idea kept growing as the conversation continued.
"Allhamdulillah for all that. So now, don't you think, that it's time you both settled down?"
"Huh?"
The siblings said simultaneously, despite knowing very well that this was coming.
"What he means is, don't you think you both should be getting married now?"
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Action"Miss Asmah..." His voice sounded the softest when he called her name, his heart beat the loudest when he witnessed her smile. As his hazel brown, sunlight orbs, stay fixed on hers, he realized how beautiful she seemed to him. How much had her smi...
